STEP FORWARD AND FALL

Stepping forward and then falling.

Then after that, can we really make new beginnings? Happy endings?

But what really is important? Happy endings that will make you happy but end your story? Or New beginnings, a new start of your new life?

Happy endings and New beginnings are wonderful parts of our life. But after a happy ending, are there really New Beginnings? Are there really new ideas to make your life more wonderful?

After a happy ending, will your life have a crook beginning or a new one that will make your life better or worse.

I've fallen once and hurt myself. My heart broke down into pieces. In my 14 years of existence, happy ending didn't even knock once in my life. I've read so much stories about happy endings but about new beginnings?

Uhm......let's just say people don't write much about them. People say that beginnings are boring. And you know what?

It is true. Really really true.

It's my first day of school. A new beginning for me after I had trauma in my elementary and 1st year highschool. It's just that, people never treated me with justice. People never treated me fairly.

Who in the world will ever treat an ugly, shy, nerdy and quiet thin highschool girl fairly? Who will treat them with respect and justice?

None.

Well, I'm talking about boys. Boys never gave me a chance to be treated as a girl. My dad never did. He wants a boy as a child than a girl. I'm a waste of time you know...

Well, enough about that. I'm getting bored here. Who in the world will not be bored if the only man that you love is unfortunately............not.......your.......classmate?

That man never gave me a chance to feel love. He hates me. And now, I hate him too. From the day he cursed me and told me never to text him and just ignore him, i sweared to God:

I WILL NEVER STEP FORWARD AND FALL EVER AGAIN.

But that's what I thought for that moment.

Again, it's first day of classes. Orientation week, if I may add. And it's kinda boring just looking around your classroom without someone to give attention to.

As I look around, I spotted someone looking at me too. The moment I looked at him, he removed his gaze and listened to our homeroom teacher.

I know him. I see him around the school since I've been here. He gazed at me again and smiled. I smiled too as I removed my gaze.

Days had passed and I still can't cope up with my classmates in our classroom. But there is that one guy that never fails to make me smile everyday.

And it's that guy. The guy who I exchanged gazes with. He is cute, I must admit. But not even close to my type of guy.

Speaking of close....my books are close to falling already.

*boogsh*

Now that's what we call falling.

I quickly grabbed my books and to my shame, I didnt even bother fixing my uniform because it already made it's way down and my inner wear is showing. I was about to get one of my books when someone grabbed it.

"Fix it." he said and snatched all the books I'm holding before I can even respond. I fixed my uniform and then tried to get my books from him.

"Hey....let me have my books. I need to study them right away."

I thought he was going to bully me too like the other boys last year teasing me.