(Sarah p.o.v)
I entered the hostel gate. I feel my one arm sore because of dragging my stuff through all the way here. I put down my bags on the floor then took a breath.
Where are you Jordan? I remembered my driver. Oh, yeah! He was so helpful.
How much difficult it will be for me to adjust here? Ah, not so much. I can handle it all. Can I? What do you guys think? Oh, crap. I wanted to be independent. Yes, that was my dream.
Now I think I pulled my self in the struggling era of my life. It is not that I can not go back to my parents... But no, my ego is so big. I will not go back. How can I hurt my pride?
RESPECT YOURSELF THE WORLD WILL RESPECT YOU.
Ehhh, that was so... No one heard it. Sarah, what are you saying!
Oh, don't mind my lines. I am just a little bit stressed. I think
