Hopelessness

 Like every other day, the city was loud but calm. It was almost around 11 am and schools had started functioning, and hotel staff have started to prepare for lunch. Sara has just woken up. Like every teen, she looked at her phone once she opened her eyes, "Rejected", the confidence she boosted yesterday night just vanished. She took her duvet and hold it to her face and shouted. It was a dull morning for her, it has been a month and still, she was unemployed, her parents don't provide financial aid for her now. Unemployed soon her savings will be over. However, she got up brushed and sat in front of her laptop sighting at the sky like every broken-hearted person. Nature reflected her, hopelessness. The rain clouds were prepared, the wind was holding its breath, and the trees stood straight. Like a fly, the helicopter flew above the highest hotel in the capital city. From the fifth floor of her accommodation, through the window, she noticed a helicopter romping around the famous Mercure hotel, the most luxurious hotel in the country. At first, she thought it would be some VVIP guest she eagerly waited for the famous actors to arrive, there have been three or five rounds of flying the chopper didn't stop, there also she saw herself, failure for now at least. 

The helicopter stopped up in the sky near the hotel, in front of her some ball was dropped into the hotel. Boom with a loud within a second it blasted. With an earthquake, she was thrown to her bed. Smoke spread everywhere. The helicopter flew somewhere beyond their sight. Loud cries, roars, shoutings, and pain were spread in the air mixed with smoke. The rain started heavily like hope to put out the fire. The people stood shocked, anguished, sad, heavy-hearted not knowing what to do, Hopelessness

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