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“Yawn…. So boring!” I said as I lay my head down to my desk.
It is just a usual day.
The teacher diligently discusses on the front, while we are on our very own world.
Doing anything that we want.
Few are listening to the discussion, though. The Studious ones.
“Class E has been the main topic in the faculty room, again.”
Other students have always been saying that, especially when some issues about us spread.
Yeah right! I’m one of the students of Class E…
Class 3-E.
The world of the incompetent ones.
The Brats.
The Jerks.
The Bullies.
And anything.
We just attend school to get the precious highschool diploma that every work requires.
Grades?
Our grades are made out of magic, and I can’t discuss things about that because it’s too confidential. Shh~ Haha!
As you can imagine, we are the dumped class.
Neither do I understand why shall I attend this schooling-thing.
Just for the sake of a piece of paper called 'highschool diploma', I'm wasting my time here.Sigh~
AH!!!! SO BORING!
“Here!” A sweet voice awakened me from my nap.
She put a can of juice on my desk.
I look up and see her smiling.
A pair of dark eyes.
Blue, long hair that falls perfectly down to her shoulders and bangs covering her forehead.
I draw a smile with my pinkish lips as I open widely my half-opened eyes.
I sit straight and opened the juice can she gave me.
“Thanks!” I said as I take a sip.
“Krystal, we all know that you like Amber. So,how about you, Amber? Do you feel the same to her?” Joe asked.
Everyone looks at us, throwing those teasing looks that I hate.
Here they come again, teasing me with Krystal.
She is my best friend and they said that she likes me.
I mean, yes. She likes me; she personally told me that.
Ugh… I may be a tomboy but…
I’M PROBABLY NOT INTERESTED IN GIRLS.
(Krystal’s POV)
“Cut it out, Joe.” I said as I glare at Joe.
“Amber doesn’t have any interest in girls.” I said sadly.
He then turned back.
I’m Krystal, 16 years of age.
A feminine, charismatic lady.
I and Amber are friends since childhood, we’re best friends.
I admit that I really like Amber.
I have a girl crush on her.
It’s not because of her boyish trend, like having a short, black-greenish hair, and boyish taste in fashion, but may be because every time I look at her emerald eyes, I would always feel warmth.
In addition to that, her natural pink lips which draws a very sweet smile would turn me on too.
“I’m sorry about that.” I apologized to Amber who is currently eating chips as she look at the view of the town from here, from the roof top.
“Don’t mind it. It’s done. We can’t do anything to change it.” She said calmly.
Sometimes, I do regret it whenever I remember the day that I confessed to her.
Though it didn’t ruined our friendship and the way we go together,
I know…
She’s affected and quite embarrassed with it.
That day.
i could never forget that day.
It was the day when a suitor came to confess.
(End of Krystal’s POV)
