I still don't know who he is. And i have decided that i will do whatever it takes just to see who it is. WHATEVER. Literally. Anyway, today at school nothing exciting happened, but just one thing.
I think i saw the popular boy staring at me (let's call him CB, short for Cute Boy).
Could this be true? Nah, i'm overreacting, people look at people, it's normal. People stare at people, not as normal, but still.....
Jenny, as i said before (i think) likes a guy, and today, i was kinda sitting next to him (there was just a little path separating us) let's call him JG, short for Jenny's guy. Anyway, i told her and she totally freaked out, because apparently, she got that as a "oh i told him you like him" which i didn't, but it took her ten minutes to realize what i had said. She was like "should i go talk to him? and should i do this? what about this?" i was literally on the mood to say "you know what, just put a loofah on and leave me alone" and walk away.
Sadly, i couldn't because friends do not do that, sometimes..........
WHATEVER. Liam, i don't know anything about him, and yesterday i found another letter:
Dear girl from the house in front of mine,
I seem to not stop thinking about you, you are like a little puppy, one that i want to adopt and take care of.
I understand if you don't really considerate me, but, what do you think?
-just me
Okay. First of all, who is "me"?, second of all, NO, I DO NOT WANT TO BE YOUR PET!. Good try though, it was kinda cute. You heard me? KINDA. I think i don't want to date him since i really have no idea who he is. And you know what? I'm tired of being a scaredy cat. I'm gonna write a reply and mail it to him, or, well, the mailman comes to my house first, so i guess i'll just tell him to leave it there, in his mailbox, and, well, yeah. I'm a genius aren't i?
Dear cherries, (i'll keep calling you cherries if you don't tell me what you would like to be called!), help me, what should i do?!?!?!?!
YOU ARE READING
Why? Why me?
Non-FictionI was happy, I was, for the first time, feeling happy. Until this happened. This is, a story based on real events, not invented. This is like my public diary. For more details about this story, read.
