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the deepest sentiment

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            The deepest sentiment...
  On a rainy afternoon, a fifteen-year-old girl sits in front of her computer, typing out the most genuine feelings that flow out of her complicated thinking. As she types, her tears trickle down her pinkish cheeks. Despite that she was just about going through another fascinating part of her teenage life, but she was already mature enough to perceive the most perplex thoughts of human mind.      
  People would usually wonder: what was the factor that caused her to become such a considerate little girl? The answer is quite simple to be conceived. Many girls at her age are mostly getting prepared to burst out of the cocoon and grow to be a stunning butterfly. Yet, it was different for her. She has went through so many dreadful circumstances that she had to conquer by herself so that she knows she doesn't have anymore superfluous time for fun. The girl understands what she should do, and she only has one goal: to become rich.
  Fifteen years ago, a beautiful baby was gifted to an ordinary family. In her naive smile and innocent eyes, no one would have ever seen her fate. She was yet small and not exposed to the dirty atmosphere at a certain extent. Although the baby wasn't polluted by any of the malicious views of human nature, but in her diminutive soul, it almost seems as if she understands why her parents were fighting over the lack of money. Quietly, she made her first wish. She dreamt of becoming a rich billionaire, enjoying the most opulent life that people desired of.      
  Anne Frank once wrote, "Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?" this quote has exactly reflected the girl's situation. Nevertheless, this girl was still grateful that she obtained more experiences that no other girl at her age would have ever gone through. She had a mind of an experienced deceitful gal, a body of a fifteen-year-old girl, and she wears the most intricate look on her face, which made her seem to be quite a few years older than her actual age. She has been waiting for her opportunity to show her concealed aptitude all these years. At this moment, she is getting ready for the toughest challenge in her upcoming junior and senior year, which is the last two years of her high school career.
  She believes in faith, believes in fate, believes in destiny, but only up to the point that isn't considered as superstitious. She believes that there is a forcing impulse leading her to success. Her strong volition to become successful was getting a little overly excessive that she was starting to lose her way. She no longer knew what she was aiming at anymore, her original intentions and the hard work she had to pay to sculpt a frame of her faked personality was being torn apart, one layer after another. She felt as if she was a no longer respected person, no longer able to attain her unfinished goal.    

To be continued...

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