I remember counting the days as they passed by.
The day had finally come and I was excited, I got good marks so it meant I would get a bit more freedom from mom. I woke up as normal and I washed up ... The whole morning routine as I did it everyday. I got to school to get my report card and then it was on the road after that, my bags were already packed, I did them myself and refused help from mom or any1.
My best friend was not my best friend at that time, she was just a friend so I didn't really speak to her much because i was shy but we had a lot in common and could understand each other by just looking at eachother ...no words needed. I found that cool but extremely weird because I had never had someone who I had a lot in common with to have our own language by just looking at each other.
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My Stolen **first** Kiss
القصة القصيرةThis is about how my first kiss was stolen ... over and over. Definitely not romantic or has a Happy ending. it's a real thing that happened and it happened to me.
