Chapter One

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First of all, I envy them.

Second of all, it's not that I hate them to be who they are.

Third of all, I hate it that I still have no move at all.

Fourth of all, why the heck do I even think about this?

Day after day, one by one of my friends starts their moves, whilst here I just become a nerd, sit on my arse, and sit on my own. I am not that kind of person who likes to be the centre of attention. I had decided it since the beginning I opened my book of university life.

Now I might just think it was a really, really bad idea.

By calling it a bad idea here I do not mean that I think I should have let myself be the centre of attention. I only think that I should have taken all the chances appearing although I would end up becoming one of many centres of attention, although that meant more people would know me, at least my name.

The last risk mentioned above, I know, is a bad idea. I know how that feels. I once felt it when I was still in high school. Being known by many people in my school made me inconvenient. I had to act good in order not to be topic of shits on people's tongues because they might notice every single mistake I made.

In my last year, I ended up being a fool for making my own words an Excalibur stabbing my body.

So stupid, I was. That is my reason for refusing to be known by many people.

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