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She rarely allows herself to shop extravagantly in 7-Eleven stores, because the prices of goods in 7-Eleven stores are always higher than the average price, but this time, she must break the rules.She needs food to last a few days, and it has to be bought early, before the doors open for Sofia High school.Her idea was to get in as soon as possible, before the corridors were crowded with students and nursing teachers. At a quarter past seven, she had snapped peas, bananas, yoghurt, and crackers.She's ready and just waiting for the school porter, or whoever, to come and open the gates to heaven.She'll stay there with no one to bother her.

At seven-twenty, the school porter (whoever it is) has done his thing.When the man left, she crossed the road, went straight through the school gate, and walked up the stairs to the corridor at the top of the building, meeting no one along the way.It was an old building, and her footsteps echoed from the walls between the buildings.In the high corridor, the door to the attic was as she remembered it. Non-staff do not enter Beneath that sign, the person in charge placed a handwritten note warning everyone that the floor was in poor condition and in danger of collapsing. It couldn't be better.

The door was locked with an ordinary padlock.She sighed, thinking of her Vicorinox Swiss knife.The knife must have been turned into physical evidence of the murder, stored somewhere in the police station.The loop in the wall was held up by four screws, and she rummaged in her rucksack for tools until she found her nail file.It has to be pried open. The nail file worked really well, in fact, the screw fell out almost before she poked it.She was a little suspicious, and couldn't help shivering slightly.Does anyone else know what a peaceful haven this loft is?Still, she didn't have time to reconsider.The thumping sound from the floor below grew louder, and she went in, closing the door behind her.

Going down a few steps, there is a piece of hand railing next to it, and the railing looks different from before.She came to this place six or seven years ago, and since then, the school has been refurbished, and you can clearly feel it when you walk up the stairs.Last time, the attic was full of trash and old things, but the brightly colored floor must have meant that the school had removed as much trash as possible, and all that was left were a few piles of old textbooks. She remembered that the last time she was here was summer, the heat from under the poorly insulated roof was suffocating, and that might be why no one used the attic space.Anyway, this time it's the opposite and the heat isn't an issue.

The clock was still hanging in the place she remembered, and upon closer inspection, the clock at Sofia School was huge.The school set up two lamps to illuminate the clock face.Last time, the clock was broken, but now, she can see the minute hand moving.This worried her a little: How often would the school have to fix the clock? She forced herself to stop worrying.As long as she kept her things by that far wall, she'd have time to hide if a busy person suddenly appeared. It doesn't take her long to spread out the mat and spread the sleeping bag on top of it.She hung her knickers and towel on the cable to dry.Tonight, she has to find the staff showers and wash the underwear, because if they are left to sour, they will smell sour forever.She still felt dirty, and Thomas's hands were far away from her now, but somehow they made her feel like she had a sticky film on her body.Had Thomas woke up and found her gone?At that time, what will he do?

And so, here she was, hiding in the attic, humiliated, followed, abandoned. She had had many reasons to give in over the years, but something inside her kept her going.Maybe that moment has come, and isn't all this reason enough to surrender?It can be a relief to finally admit that I am nothing but a mistake from beginning to end. She heard the noise of students outside filling the campus. Stupid Sybylla.Sybylla is a sausage, grill her.Sira, Billa, the murderer. Maybe they were right all along?They saw her through, they sensed that she was different since she was a child.All the while, people just had a gut feeling about her that she wasn't interested in joining their group.She didn't understand it at first, so she had to study hard.Her stubborn counter-attack bought her some extra time that was not supposed to be hers.She, along with Heino and all the rest of the outcasts, are a socially underdeveloped bunch who seem destined to give standard citizens the chance to contrast their successes with their failures, and therefore feel more content with their existence.

Well, from the point of view of social balance, it is not the worst fate to keep reducing the needs of life as much as possible.In any case, sheep and goats are distinguished from the beginning. She lay down.The school bell rang, and the building fell silent again. It is very easy to give up.Just accept that you are a lost soul who can't get used to anything.She would never walk into the police station automatically, never, but there were other ways to submit. If she doesn't have the strength to walk to West Bridge (Editor's Note: The previous article mentioned the news of someone jumping from this bridge to commit suicide.), then presumably something can be arranged in this attic.