Daniel woke up hours before his alarm rang. At first he laid awake, looking at the ceiling in confusion. Then he remembered. He wasn't at home in his room; the different ceiling pattern reminded him of that. Plus, his room didn't have two bunk beds with four people in them. Furthermore, his room wasn't this small and crampy. Nope, this was definitely not his room. It was, however, his dormitory at his new boarding school. He continued to stare at the ceiling. It reminded him of the ceiling patterns in his room back home. It reminded him of how much he missed it. He always thought about his neighbourhood, his friends, even if he didn't have a lot, and most especially, his room. It was his sanctuary, his escape from the outside world. It was as neat as he wanted, whenever it wasn't, his Mom was suddenly on his neck. "I don't understand why a 16 year olds room looks like a 6 year olds play ground," she'd say on such rare occasions. She'd also go ahead and scold him for living l
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