© 2016 , Love Outbreak
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I was confident enough that I am to get that trophy this year. But that confidence broke me hearing my name.
"Flair Fairuza Luces. I'm sorry , better luck next year." Says the announcer.
But there's no another year for me! I competed in my school's annual writing competition , real life category and sad to say I lost.
"Okay, listen everyone. We are to publish the winner's story in the school's newspaper that's to be distributed tomorrow. Read it and thats all. Thank you"
I walked slowly going out of the conference room when someone whispered in my ear.
"They too, hopes for a happy ending." then he ran. Making me unable to see his face.
I don't have any idea about what he said but it somewhat warmed my heart. And my curiousity about it made me forgot my loss.
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The Next Day
As I entered the classroom I saw eyes , lots of them looking at me making me uncomfortable. Most of my classmates are giggling , smiling and some are busy reading the newly released news paper.
When I was about to sit, I found a rolled news paper on my chair's desk. I carefully untie it revealing a freshly picked red rose. I secrectly smiled, my day is getting better.
I turned the paper to page 8. It was the winner's story so I read it. It was a good one , about a guy who pursued so much to be notice by a girl. But then the girl was busy doing things , just like writing her own story making her unable to see things around her. Cliçhe yea , tsk. But the last paragraph made my tears fell, it wasnt tragic but it dug deep in to my heart.
"Still, I hope for a happy ending. I hope for a happy ending together with you Flair Fairuza Luces."
Annual Writing Competition
Real Life Category , 2016
Mr. Anderson
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