It has been a week since I lost my "Dear Future Boyfriend." notebook. I wish whoever got it has a good heart.
I may not have my name on it but I wrote some things about my close friends there. And it's pretty obvious that it was mine just because of the forehead word and Ino being my best friend.
What I've written there were embarrassing! Like hello! Those are notes for my future boyfriend! They would think that I am so desperate to have a boyfriend. But no! What should I do?
Ino keeps on talking to me but I cannot digest anything that she says. I'm too bothered.
"Hey, still can't find it?" Asks, Ino.
"Haven't. It's going to be the end of me if it spreads. Now I wanna transfer to other school!" I say sounding like crazy.
"You're just overreacting, forehead!" She taps my back.
"What is it that's missing?" Hinata, one of our closest friend asks.
"My notebook." I say.
"Her notebook that contain letters for her future boyfriend." Lemme strangle Ino for once!
"Cooooool!" Tenten, also one of our closest friends, says while a pizza is stuffed in her mouth.
"It's not! People are gonna laugh at me!" I say almost crying.
"Well, if a person have picked it and wanted to make fun of you he or she could've done that earlier." Hinata says in a matter of fact.
"What if that person is just waiting for the right time to embarrass me?!"
"I don't think so. Just calm your tits." That's Tenten.
"I don't have that." I say bluntly.
Dismissal time has come and we are ready to go but before that, I've to put some things to my locker.
I put my number code in the padlock "7-3-7-7"
I was about to put my stuffs when something caught my eyes. I was sure that it wasn't here the last time I checked! Nobody knows my number code so how in the world did this happen?!
Someone returned my notebook.
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Love, Your Future Girlfriend
RomanceDear future boyfriend, When will I meet you? I already want to make you feel that I love you. Love, your future girlfriend. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagi...