"Give me your phone number!"
"Give me your phone number!"
"Give me your phone number!"
This is what I hear everyday now. This is driving me insane. I'm hoping to find refuge in class after my extremely disturbed lunch. People were crowding all around my table and it was practically impossible to take even a bite out of my damn sandwich.
Being this handsome is hard. Nowadays, I can't get a moment of peace anymore. I'm so popular that even the hall monitors know my name.
I reach my class and plop down on my seat. I lay my head on the table, trying to get a couple winks before class resumes.
Just then, I feel someone tap my table. "Hey man, I'm really sorry about what I did last time." Surprise surprise, it's Jason Loh. From the first time he came to apologise to me, he's been doing this everyday.
"Yes, it's fine, no big deal." He is so annoying. I do prefer him now compared to when he used to bully me, but not by too much.
Now, I try to sleep again, but guess what? Someone has knocked on my table again. I ignore them, but they grab my shoulder and pull me up.
"Don't disturb me, I'm trying to sleep!"
"Open your eyes now Alex Tan!"
Oh no! That's the voice of my teacher! I guess I actually fell asleep this time.
I don't want to be popular anymore.
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the diaries of a pubescent boy
Humoralex tan has problems controlling the demands of his puberty
