'Happy 16, Tia.'
2 words. 2 numbers.
From a stranger.
The words I wished my friends, my family had said to me. But they came from a stranger. On a Blue sticky note.
With a photo attached to it.
My photo.
Or maybe my sister had someone else do this for her cause she noticed I was not happy.
But a photo? No. This isn't her.
Does someone want something from me? Is that why they're doing this?
I fold it and keep it in my bag.
I get up from my sit and leave the class. Just as I reached the stairs, I met those eyes once again.
Those bluish grey eyes.
I didn't know what to do.
I froze in my place.
They were exactly as I remembered them. But unfortunately, they didn't.
The owner of those eyes walked past me without even glancing at me.
But why would he? To a girl like me?
A bitter taste formed in my mouth.
Oh, I wish I don't look funny. Cause I was a little happy to receive that wish and that photo.
But I was brought back to my reality.
