She walked in the corridor. Arrived in front of the teacher's room,
she stopped. She looked to the right, then she looked to the left. She
saw heaps of her friends that were laughing, smiling, talking about
love, and many others. She just kept silent and continued walking.
Before she turned left, she looked at the mirror. She saw her alter ego.
"This is not myself", she said. Still looking at the mirror, she stared
and peeped strangely. She expected there would no one there. Then she
continued walking until in the gate she stopped and sat down, alone. Her
view was blank, she thought about nothing.
At home, she put off and took a nap. She seldom took a nap but for that time she felt so sleepy. Several hours later she woke up from her fantasy. She ought to go to the course. Yes, she's on the highest grade. Her mother made her course so tightly. Then she took a bath but didn't have lunch. She's bored of everything in the dining table. So, she's ready to go. She's accompanied by her father, her mother was tired (and lazy) enough to go. She actually didn't like to be accompanied by her father. He liked to drive fast and made a zigzag track. "What can be proud of my parents?", she minded.
Finally she arrived in front of a big house where there were a vast teen. With a warm handshake, she left her father. She slowly entered the house and looked around. Accidentally smiling and relieved, yes, those were two expressions when she didn't see at least one of her school-mates. She didn't know why, she's unlikely to meet her friends. But she actually knew that her friends were very friendly.
She met her old friends there, so many. She wouldn't make an acquaintance with them, she had known them formerly. The teachers were coming. They started to keep silent, so did her. As usual, the lessons were taught productively. Because there was no one she hated. When someone suddenly knocked the door, everybody was looking at the door. The door was opened and back to the normal situation. She looked at the boy that had come. There was still remaining the emission from the boy. She completely remembered him. "Oh, he again", she asked quietly. Hiding her feeling, then continuing the lesson. She didn't want to think about him anymore but she did.
During the course, she felt different. She felt having the new family. There were so many people from many different schools. Almost all of them she knew. She felt more comfortable. All the teachers were likeable, the girls were very kind, and the boys were awesome. The girls were really appreciated by the boys. Yes, it's worth. She's bored of her school and its condition. Started from pretending to be smart or vanity, the components that were strange enough, their commitment that sometimes couldn't be trusted, the responsibility that decreases, the teachers that weren't.....wow, and mainly different manipulation for each class.
The wall-clock showed that the time was over. One by one, they got out from each class. As usual, they talked about their school and she just gathered and went on their topics. Although she didn't really understand what they talked about, she was glad because the topics were different to 180 degrees. And she enjoyed it. Fortunately her old bestfriend always accompanied her everytime. "Ouch, why do you have to study in different school, my bestfriend? I want you to be with me anytime. You don't know what I feel everyday", she asked. "I actually want, but I can't. Just do it!", she replied.
When everybody was busy. She saw someone walking gently, yes, that boy. He wore a black T-shirt drawn monster with a grey bag written "SELFISH" in the front. "Such an identity. It suits on him. Oh, no no, I must stop loving him", she whispered. Yes, he was her ex. He had been being her first love. The feeling still existed until that moment. She couldn't forget him. She never expected that he would be her soulmate. Suddenly she heared the uncommon klaxon that she usually hears. Yes, her father picked her up. "Me go home first, bye!", she shouted the last regard for her friends.
She come back home with miserable face, yes, always. -My home is my prison- her wacky sentence for home. She felt uncomfortable to stay there. Only her old guitar that could make her smile. She saw her parents competing almost everyday. In the beginning, she cried and wept. But that moment, she felt nothing. She may had been accustomed by this habit. So she didn't have any possible pity anymore. Her heart slowly became a stone when she's home.
Anywhere you stay, with whom you talk about, whatever you do, anytime you conduct, however the way, please enjoy that. The clip above shows the real story, just like an arrangement but it is not. I sometimes whispered to myself when I see those annoying people, things, or many. I don't want to say it anymore because somebody will reject and mock. Yes, adapted from experiences. I just want to be an entrusted person. I'm in a process of learning that. My critic and advice; Don't appraise or evaluate someone from her/his cover, she/he can be both kind and mean. So, be acquainted with her/him, look into the heart, understand the characteristics, and solve her/his nerve. Hope it will work.
At home, she put off and took a nap. She seldom took a nap but for that time she felt so sleepy. Several hours later she woke up from her fantasy. She ought to go to the course. Yes, she's on the highest grade. Her mother made her course so tightly. Then she took a bath but didn't have lunch. She's bored of everything in the dining table. So, she's ready to go. She's accompanied by her father, her mother was tired (and lazy) enough to go. She actually didn't like to be accompanied by her father. He liked to drive fast and made a zigzag track. "What can be proud of my parents?", she minded.
Finally she arrived in front of a big house where there were a vast teen. With a warm handshake, she left her father. She slowly entered the house and looked around. Accidentally smiling and relieved, yes, those were two expressions when she didn't see at least one of her school-mates. She didn't know why, she's unlikely to meet her friends. But she actually knew that her friends were very friendly.
She met her old friends there, so many. She wouldn't make an acquaintance with them, she had known them formerly. The teachers were coming. They started to keep silent, so did her. As usual, the lessons were taught productively. Because there was no one she hated. When someone suddenly knocked the door, everybody was looking at the door. The door was opened and back to the normal situation. She looked at the boy that had come. There was still remaining the emission from the boy. She completely remembered him. "Oh, he again", she asked quietly. Hiding her feeling, then continuing the lesson. She didn't want to think about him anymore but she did.
During the course, she felt different. She felt having the new family. There were so many people from many different schools. Almost all of them she knew. She felt more comfortable. All the teachers were likeable, the girls were very kind, and the boys were awesome. The girls were really appreciated by the boys. Yes, it's worth. She's bored of her school and its condition. Started from pretending to be smart or vanity, the components that were strange enough, their commitment that sometimes couldn't be trusted, the responsibility that decreases, the teachers that weren't.....wow, and mainly different manipulation for each class.
The wall-clock showed that the time was over. One by one, they got out from each class. As usual, they talked about their school and she just gathered and went on their topics. Although she didn't really understand what they talked about, she was glad because the topics were different to 180 degrees. And she enjoyed it. Fortunately her old bestfriend always accompanied her everytime. "Ouch, why do you have to study in different school, my bestfriend? I want you to be with me anytime. You don't know what I feel everyday", she asked. "I actually want, but I can't. Just do it!", she replied.
When everybody was busy. She saw someone walking gently, yes, that boy. He wore a black T-shirt drawn monster with a grey bag written "SELFISH" in the front. "Such an identity. It suits on him. Oh, no no, I must stop loving him", she whispered. Yes, he was her ex. He had been being her first love. The feeling still existed until that moment. She couldn't forget him. She never expected that he would be her soulmate. Suddenly she heared the uncommon klaxon that she usually hears. Yes, her father picked her up. "Me go home first, bye!", she shouted the last regard for her friends.
She come back home with miserable face, yes, always. -My home is my prison- her wacky sentence for home. She felt uncomfortable to stay there. Only her old guitar that could make her smile. She saw her parents competing almost everyday. In the beginning, she cried and wept. But that moment, she felt nothing. She may had been accustomed by this habit. So she didn't have any possible pity anymore. Her heart slowly became a stone when she's home.
Anywhere you stay, with whom you talk about, whatever you do, anytime you conduct, however the way, please enjoy that. The clip above shows the real story, just like an arrangement but it is not. I sometimes whispered to myself when I see those annoying people, things, or many. I don't want to say it anymore because somebody will reject and mock. Yes, adapted from experiences. I just want to be an entrusted person. I'm in a process of learning that. My critic and advice; Don't appraise or evaluate someone from her/his cover, she/he can be both kind and mean. So, be acquainted with her/him, look into the heart, understand the characteristics, and solve her/his nerve. Hope it will work.
