(NOTE: Story was written when I was in Grade 6. Errors ahead. To be edited.)
"CHAT ME WHEN YOU FALL"
DAY 1
(She Status Update: "I saw him, my favorite pair of eyes to look into, my favorite name to stare on my phone, my favorite image in my dreams. But everything suddenly changed. He never looks at me now. He never stares at me now. He never replies. And now, I am hurt.")
KIN: Hi.
KEISHA: What?
KIN: Thanks for accepting my friend request:)
KEISHA: No problem.
KIN: Sorry for disturbing you.
KEISHA: You'll stop chatting with me if you mean that.
KIN: Just want someone to talk to me.
KEISHA: Can't.
KIN: Just want someone to understand me.
KEISHA: I don't talk to strangers.
KIN: I'm Kin, 20 years old and single.
KEISHA: As if I care.
KIN: Yeah. I know. No one cares anyway. I'm already used to it.
KEISHA: Crazy. What do you want?
KIN: Tell me something about you. Anything.
seen
KIN: Okay, if you don't want to talk about yourself, just tell me what you're doing right now.
seen
KIN: Hey!
seen
KIN: Stop being snooty.
seen
KIN: It hurts. I always wanted someone to notice me but I always end up being rejected. A bit of attention can sometimes make a difference.
seen
KIN: Goodnight then.
KIN: Sleep tight.
seen
KIN: See you in my dreams. Thank you again. At least you replied. That's something:)
DAY 2
(8:30 am)
(SHE Status Update: I wish I could fast forward time to see if it's worth it. I can still remember how we started chatting. How you pissed me off every time I open my facebook account.")
KIN: Goodmorning...
KIN: Did you slept well last night?
KIN: Still not up?
KIN: Hey sleepy head.
KIN: How are you? Going to supermarket.
(After 2 hours)
KIN: Hey what are you doing right now?
seen
KIN: Please don't just read my messages. Reply. Please.
seen
KIN: You know what, for a girl like you, you don't look like a snobbish one.
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CHAT ME WHEN YOU FALL (COMPLETED)
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