"So that's why you --"
"Exactly."
"How come did I not know that?"
"Because looks can be deceiving."
"His not even handsome!"
I don't know that his nerd has a sense of humor and I found myself joining on him. Well, he's not that really nerd, I guess. The only thing that makes him a nerd is his big reading eyeglasses that almost covered his face.
"If you're telling the truth, I will quit the school paper and report him."
"No. Don't ever do that."
"Why?"
That fat guy must be punished!
"Because he will suspect me or you because we decided to get out of the school paper."
At the next day, after I saw the profile of Sir Williams on the site that Cholo gave me, I rushed directly to the school paper room and quitted at the face of that fat, moron, stupid senior citizen. I told him, I was quite busy on my studies and have no time for writing. My co-writers got surprised upon hearing the news and asked me why I'd leave but I don't give a damn about their quesitons, because in the first place, we're not even close, and I hate long explanations and dramas.
I just really hate that feeling, the feeling of betrayal, foolishness. And right now, I was wondering if what Margaux was up to. I hope she's fine, she's not hungry, or she's not craving for a pink cotton candy.
If you have a mysterious friend and the only thing you knew about her is her name, would following her, sometimes popped in your mind? Everytime she walked away, damn! I really want to follow her and find out where she lives but I have to respect her privacy, or our rules.
The friendship we had is very significant to me and that's the only thing I have with her right now, the only thing I can hold on to her. Everytime we met, I just can't explain the happiness - the high bliss as if I was on marijuana.
Margaux is my strength right now.
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It's Saturday but for me its Shatter day. Exactly eight in the morning, I went out of our house and started to search for my strength. Afterwards, I saw Margaux in a big crowd and I was like, "Thank God, I found my strength."
And I miss her. I miss her smile, voice, remarkable laughs and sighs. While daydreaming on her, I saw her and she was trying to defend herself from an old woman. Suddenly, I felt a sense of responsibility in my self which is to protect her, to carry her around my arms. I ran over the crowd and I saw an angry woman talking bad to my Margaux.
"So you're telling me, you don't have any money to pay for this, huh?"
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