Ana was walking to the school.
She called it, blessing everyone with the sight of her beauty .
She had no idea that she was beautiful.
Until just some months ago.
Oh .
She swayed her head sideways, feeling a piercing gaze.
Her eyes were met by a pair of dark upturned eyes inside a car.
She waved to Shukanya.
Who waved back.
They got up to class together, both going to their respective section.
Ana stood by the veranda.
This too, was her way of gracing people with her presence.
Earth shall shatter beneath her.
She thought reading her maths book.
Her god complex really should be kept in control.
She heard a tattering noise, someone short was walking, yeah towards her.
She looked at the girl.
Her most recent collection.
They engaged in their usual conversation.
Ana going on and on about herself and shukanya listening patiently.
Feeding her god complex.
As she pointed out,
"You don't have your clip today"
Ana raised her brow,
"Ah, I forgot to put it on today"
"I had the same clip years ago, I dug it out yesterday and was thinking about you"
Ana suppressed her smirk, no, no , don't break.
"I've been meaning to tell you something"
Did the smirk break out. Damn. No.
"Then why don't you, I'm all ears" ana replied innocently.
"I'm scared"
Here it comes.
"I won't judge you, you know"
"I like you...."
Ana genuinely wanted to start a occult at the moment.
"Well, I like you too"
"No, you know, "
"Oh... well, what can I say. It's common to feel this way at this age."
Shukanya nodded.
"I've never loved someone" Ana lied.
"Really?"
"The walking meme I showed you"
"The lanky long haired guy?"
"Boy "
"Yeah, him?"
"Hm. I like him"
Ana was cursing in her head. Oh , ever since her childhood, how much she wanted to reject someone.
She has reharsed it all over so many times.
Seriously, a girl?
She was so feminine, her body , talking style, fashion, she was miss Dior.
Why the hell was girls over her?
"You see, I'm not the doll I look like"
Shit. Word vomit.
"I have sleeping issues, eating issues blah blah"
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