It was one shiny morning when we were given a pre-school/toodler nap time we all used to have ( *sigh* we need that in highschool) I couldn't sleep. so me, being the clever kid I am, stared at my other classmates faces to wait for a miracle of fun. Unfortuately, a classmate of mine left his mouth open, leaving a mosquito attracted into his interesting mouth tunnel.
Nap time was over and we were given a activity: to colour our books. My seatmate ,Aidan, borrowed a crayon from me. Idk but from that moment on, i kinda liked him. What do you expect from a kid?
Looking back, I don't see why I even liked him. His expression seemed limited or like 'blah' for me. But cute ,anyway.One day at mass , he got lost after the offertory and I guess that was a sign that I lost my feelings for him too.
Oh well,firsts are important. He's not that bad, better than the ones coming I wish I could tell my 6 year old self.
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How Bad Can A Good Girl Get
Teen FictionIf humanity were a garden , the good people would be the flowers that bloom the most or in other words the most beautiful ones we see. But not at all times it is at full bloom: it faces downfalls, rains, rainbows. How strong will this flower be? Wi...
