So, what will I write on this page, I thought. I tried thinking of things that I would like in my life. But I couldn’t, my thoughts were full of rage and ferocity. When I had found the magic sheet of paper my life had changed, I wrote, new life. I suddenly was taken to somewhere terrible, somewhere of sadness. I realised that It wasn’t the papers fault, it was mine. I had wrote, new life and it had given me one chance to go somewhere else. But now I was stuck here and I could never go back, ever.