She's friendly.
That's a part of her that she's glad to have.
It was Wednesday, there's a Youth Group that she joined and they were supposed to meet at the front of their school.
She was an early bird, and she was alone.
But it wasn't lonely, because she was friendly. She offered smiles to strangers, talked to familiar faces, and waved to an old man jogging. He waved back at her. Few groups of people surrounded her.
Turns out to be that those people belonged to the same Youth group as her.
"You guys can go ahead, I'm still waiting for my friend." She told them.
They left.
She was alone again, not really sad though. She was comfortable.
But then, in a quick moment, a guy approached her,
Offering his fist for a fist bump.
He was a stranger, not even familiar.
But she thought, "You had me at fist bump."
It was a nice twist to their story.
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Novels Not Long Enough (Poetry)
PoetryShe believes that even short phrases are novels. Like, "I love you." It was made up of multiple chapters in a person's life. Acted by a list of characters. There are problems and resolution in every parts. Just like a novel. Like novels not long eno...
