My english teacher was a very happy woman.I really admired all the energy she already had, when she walked in the class.
I barely had the courage sometimes to speak up, cause all those eyes staring at me made me anixious.
Enthusiastic, she walked at this one day in the classroom and I was about to open a window when she announced it. She only spoke those words, making my legs almost so weak that I would just fall to the ground.
"We will play the drama infront of an audience."
This was it.
This day would it be.
I was terrified by the idea, somehow, but at the same time I got super excited about it. I would be able to show everyone myself.
Maybe it was a chance to show myself and be appericated for it. Maybe the people would at least notice me, when they saw me acting like a godess.
I mean I wished to be good enough.
The grey me wasn't dead yet.
I sneaked over to Yoongi just to see that he had put down his pencil and his mouth stood a little open, as if he was about to doze off.
Was this how he reacted to these news?
Not to mention we didn't practice the kiss scene twice.
I wouldn't even count this one kiss he gave me as really practied. I think he just did it to shut me up, I mean I wouldn't be mad at him.
It was just my first kiss and it happend cause I was talking too much.
And by first kiss I mean first time kissing someone and actually feeling like there's a firework inside of me and feeling someones lips more than 2 seconds against mine.
Was it wrong that I thought about how it would be to get a french kiss from him?
Nevermind, I know I'm weird.
He was wearing a face mask again, the black one.
It matched his hair and his eyes.
His eyes were so dead, but yet I could see hope in them.
He was my hope to stay alive in this god damn society.
And I was in the middle of an english lesson, but dear lord forgive me, I wanted his kisses so bad.
My shyness was pushing me into my seat, not able to move an inch away.
My voice blocked by my insecurities and maybe it were the marks the grey colour left.
The grey world made me into a bitter teenager. I was blind, my sight slowly getting better, getting blurry.
But the blue colour of Yoongis world wasn't enough to cover everything.
