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The Gate
She was laying in her bed, the suitcases were ready, it was a very snowy day, her favorite. With all her anger, didn’t talk back to what her parents say. All she wanted was stay in her bed, to stay in her life at Minnesota. After a silent, cold trip, it became warm. They arrived later in the afternoon, the weather was warmer, the sun's bright bothered her sight. She took her bags, entered the unknown, big white empty house. She was told she could choose her room, at least. She went upstairs, walking through the wide aisles, a sunlight emerging from the room, through a white door just like her old one. She entered the room, cold and homely, it was a weird but exciting coincidence to find a room just like her old one, but lacking her bed. But she noticed something outside, white and falling from the sky. Confused, she runs outside, but it wasn't Minnesota, it was the same hotness as they arrived twenty minutes ago. She went over her new room again, and there it was, a cold window with the same old view.
