Yes, another school year has started. Same school but new set of classmates. I have been going to this school since I was in elementary. I haven't changed at all either. I still wore my hair in ponytail style, wrinkled uniform, old black shoes and ugly socks. My classmates highly dubbed me as "Princess Pauper". Well, my mother is a housekeeper on the most richest clan on our place and my father is a farmer, with my life status I guess I can be categorized as a pauper. I do want my life to change. This is why I make sure that I am on top of my class. I am studying in one of the elite schools in the country that is why I need to study real hard. What the heck! Well, moving forward I heard that there is a new transferree in our school. I heard that he was a delinquent which expelled him from his previous school. I don't care who he is or what he looks like as long as he doesn't come on my way and bug me.
Ding dong...Ding dong...
The first bell for our first break rang. I hastily gathered my bag and went to my favorite hang out. There is nothing admirable with my favorite place where I spent my break. It is basically a small room with a white porcelain commode and a small garbage can. In short I spent my break on our school's comfort room. I can't eat outside our school canteen because my classmated will start teasingme again. I sighed heavily. I can't wait to graduate in high school and go to college. I want to become a teacher someday. That is my greatest goal and dream. Soon, I know in my heart that I will achieve my dreams. I unwrapped my sandwich and took a big bite. While I was chewing I heard a stange noisecoming from another cubicle. It is like someone is dying and choking. Could it be a ghost? I shook my head. It can't be a ghost it is still 9:00AM in the morning. I need to check it out. I slowly opened the door and slowly went to the next cubicle. The noise become more louder so I pushed the door without knocking assuming of course that I would see ghost. But when the door opened the sight that welcomedme is rather out of this world. Our student council president is setting on a guy's lap and they seem to be enjoying themselves. I just gawked at them and I can feel my face is burning. I know my face is the same color with a red apple now. "Do you mind?" Our student council president said. "I am sorry". And without looking back I ran outside the comfort room. When I reached our school's tennis court I stopped and I am breathing really hard. Whew! what was that?? Was that normal?
"You there ugly girl. Would come here for a second?". A voice sounded out of nowhere. I looked left and right and saw a guy below a cherry blossom tree. Is he talking to me? There's no way that a good looking guy will speak to me. He signaled me to come closer. I have no idea what is he going to say. I was mesmerized and just come close to him. When I came closer he jumped from the tree and scrutinized me. I've never been compelled to check my face, hair or clothes this fierce before. His black perfect brows shot upward and he said "So, you are the famouse Princess Pauper".
"Yes, I am".
"Hmm..you are not that bad looking. Wanna hook up?"
What? Is this guy out of his mind? Does he really believe that I will "hook up with him"? I am not a low class bimbo.
"Excuse me Mr....?"
"Call me Max"
"Excuse me Mr. Max but you are not my type".
"Oh really? I won't fall for that trick. Every girl likes me."
"Well, I am not one of those stupid girls".
He lughed out loud. "Really? We'll see. See you around Princess". Then just like a wind he was gone from my sight. I don't know what's happening to me but my heart is like coming out of my chest. Is that butterflies I am feeling in my stomache? Oh my gosh? Is this love at first sight? No..NO...it can't be. I can't let that happen.
"Jessica, there you are. I've been looking for you." That is my friend Thomas. He is my bestfriend since I was still in my mother's womb. He is cute and a lot girls are vying for his attention. The problem is he is like a puppy he is following me around. He is really annoying sometimes.
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Mr. Popular
RomanceWhen the pauper meets the popular things got really messy. This is just a one shot story.