In my school, we held one shop that only open once a year. They sold roses and chocolates just to celebrate Valentine's day. Each rose has a quite high price, so I didn't expect anyone to buy it for me.
But then, when I was in my Chinese class I remember...
Senior Student: *knocked on the classroom door*
Teacher: *opened the door* How may I help you?
Senior: I am here to give a rose to Tiffany Angel Fang from her anonymous person.
Me: *shocked*
Teacher: *glanced at me* Oh, I'll take it for her.
Senior: *passed her the rose* Thank you, Miss.
Classmates: *whistles* Tiffany, who give you the rose? You have a secret admirer.... Awww... so sweet...
Me: *blushes*
Teacher: *passed me the rose* Here's yours.
Me: Uh.. um..thank you.
Classmates: *whistles even more*
So basically, I was so excited and nervous to receive the rose from a certain someone. In my head, I kept searching and thinking of possibilities of that person confessing to me.
Someone likes me.
Someone likes me.
Someone likes me.
Will he confess to me?
Will he?
Will he?
If he will, what will I say?
Should I say yes? Or no?
And for a whole day, I kept thinking for that certain someone. From the anonymous person that sent me the expensive rose.
Until...
Am: Tiffany, did you receive the rose?
Me: ....
Am: I bought it for you, did you receive it?
Me: ....I hate you.
Am: What? Shouldn't you be thankful?
Me: I hate you.
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HumorSequel of 'Wanna Be A Joker But Be An Idiot Instead'. Should I rate this book as a mature book? I mean, I will curse and all that sh*t. Not only that, I will give you a glimpse of what's inside my mind. And let me tell you, once you leave this bo...
