Author's Note: Hey guys! Im back. Sorry for the very late update, but I do not have my own PC so please bear with me.
So my story is still ongoing and hopefully I could finish this. But set that aside first because that's just my future goal.
Clarification:
Q: why is it "SHE DEFINITELY GOT ME" if its the girl's POV?
A: tsk tsk! readers can be so impatient about details. Spilling the beans is NOT my peg so keep reading (I know, i need to update!) and the explanation in the near future will let you understand. ciao!
here's my comeback update!
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Have you ever tried eating something and it turns out to be the main reason what your expecting not to happen, somehow happens?
Let"s start on my Wednesday morning. I was up all night doing my research paper for World War I history, which by the way has taken up most of my free time, and I came up with youtube videos for better understanding when I stumbled upon Nick's videos. He keeps on posting videos in which he sings or plays his Pamela, his guitar.
I would repeat his videos just to get a glimpse of him for 3 minutes. Can a guy like him like me for who I am? I mean, I am considered as dork or nerd and not to mention my awkwardness when his around.
That night, an idea came to me. Why couldn't I talk to him? His just a student, like me. My eyes wandered to my clock.
"Shit!"
1 oclock in the morning can result to a bad morning. I am telling you.
TIP # 2: TRY TO SLEEP EARLIER. AND DO NOT DO A HISTORY REPORT AT THE SAME TIME WATCHING(OKAY, STALKING!) VIDEOS OF YOUR DREAM GUY.
Yup. Its true. But it turns out, I became thankful for Ms. Wakefield's history requirement. And I thank the ones who started World War. And for the clock which turn faster than I wanted to.
I took a bath faster than a hummingbird could flap its wings at the same time cautioning myself from future incidents. Picking my wardrobe is easy. Pulling out my apple green shirt with my jeans, partnered with my sneakers and braiding my hair is quite beneficial to me. No fussing about what I wear, no problemo.
I brought my bag with my history report then grab a couple of granola bars with chocolate chip cookies and place them in a pouch while my mom was busy preparing for my father's lunch.
I kissed her goodbye and yelled to my father.
"Bye mom! Bye dad!" I was in such haste when I stopped to answer my mom.
"Honey, want to eat?"
"Sorry mom. Can't. Im late and Ive got to let Bethany proofread my report. Gotta go. Bye!"
I ate one granola bar while walking to our garage to get my bicycle. Its name is Shelby. Since my dad didn't allow us to have pets yet until were 'old enough to be responsible adults'. He gave that speech when we try to do a move about that. So my bicycle became my pet. I rode fast as I could since I was late already and my first period is Music. I still love hearing music but I couldn't do anything about my fear of playing again. Piano for example is my fave but my piano at home has a long time dust on it that I would not touch. My mom maintains it for me, hoping that I would come back to playing. Grandpa Tom taught me to play so he gave me the piano as a sign of our forever bond. Even that talent of mine was hidden, safely away from me.
