So finally i decided to get my lazy self to continue writing.
And here is my story...
I was an ordinary girl with an
ordinary face, a plump body and not so genius girl. Everything was fine and
cool and all those happy typical moments that you saw in the movies like I was
a girl with loads of foods, funny friends and good grade, well at least i
didn’t fail you know. So I considered my grade is good, not that great but it
was good enough to avoid me from torturing my ears with my parents’ nagging.
And then one day I decided to fall in love.
I remembered that first time I
met him. I was 10 years old at that time. Too young to fall in love. Too young too dumb to realised. I know. I
was sitting at the back of the classroom and he sat at the front of the
classroom. I was talking with my friends, talking about that song that went
viral during those days. That frickin ketchup song. So I was dancing, moving my
head, my hands and my whole body following the steps of the ketchup’s dance and
he was looking straight at me with an idiotic smile on his face. He was looking
straight at me and with the grin on his face, he followed my dance and
continued talking with his friends. MY HEART FELL AT THAT MOMENT, my stupid
little heart decided to fall in love. That was my first memory of him.
So, we currently had finished our
mid term examination and I got first place. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Rose tend to
fix our sits according to ranks. Since I got the first place, she put me in
front of the classroom..and in front of the teacher’s desk. Damn I hate that
sit so much because you couldn’t sleep because the teacher fecking sit in front
of you ergh. But then again, surprise me lord of love my crush got second place
in class and was ordered to sit beside me holy love in the air *sprinkled roses
in air*
And that was it. My love story
ended just like that because my crush got another crush and I moved away to
another state. Some love stories are just pathetic, just like mine.
