Inclass writing_(not finished)

I have four cousins who are two pairs of twins. They are a year or two younger than me. A few years ago, we used to gather in grandmother’s house and play. The younger twins lived in my grandmother's house which was near my house but the older twins lived in such a distance. It took almost thirty minutes to get their house by a car. The older ones loved playing with us however they looked quite tired before we enjoyed the time. They were also frowning when their parents come by and say, "We need to go now to get home before 9" at 8 or 7o’clock. They never felt good to go home earlier than the others.

And a few years later, I worked really hard to earn high school permission and finally got accepted. I was so delightful to prove myself deserves the school. It was in countryside but it didn’t matter at first. Every student must live in the dormitory room and could go home only once of two weeks, however it neither was a big deal. The school was pretty nice. Parents weren’t there who always nag at me, joyful life with my friends were waiting me, food was good, air was fresh and water was clean. I soon or later got accustomed to the school. But, I felt somewhat empty.

While I was looking for the reason of vagueness, at first I thought I was long for busy, urban life. Before I entered the school, I lived as an ordinary middle school student who unconsciously goes to educational institutes after school. Maybe I am missing the institutes, I thought. Sitting on a desk and listening to a lecture for three hours a day was quite painful, but still it can be the thing I long for. But if anyone asks me whether I want to go back to those times, I would definitely say no.

Then everyone died. The End