I’m 18, living and studying far away from my comfort. I look like a happy girl, i got perfect but little teeth, and i’m all smiles or laughs kind of girl. I tell jokes, even silly. I put curves to many faces. When you hear my laugh, you’ll give everything to never hear it again. Some say it’s contagious but most of them say it’s disgusting. I have gazillions of friends. And i’m proud to say that all the best friends are taken, and it’s by me. Books are my everything. When officers say to evacuate immediately, i’ll take my box of books. Everything i write before this sentence is my happy side, my comfort zone. No one sees me when i’m on my way to the other zone, i cry at 4am. And i arrive at 6am, i become the brave and happy girl again.