Chapter II

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I walked down the hallway going to my locker to pick up something for my next class in about 30 minutes. On my way there, I passed by the cafeteria to buy one tube of Polo candies, then I continued walking. When I reached to my locker, I opened it and a piece of paper flew out. So, I picked it out, got something for my next class and closed my locker. I wanted to go to the bathroom before the class starts. When I opened the door someone was kissing the heck out of each other "What the hell", then I went out directly, DAMN I wanted to pee.

So I decided to just head out to my next class. I opened the letter and it seems serious since it started with a "Dear Allison", what did I do? I read the letter as I continued walking:

Dear Allison,

I don't know how to start this TBH hehe. Ok let me start. When I first saw you, years ago, The striking feeling of love came upon me. When we were young, I used to watch you from afar, just observing you, I was too shy to get near you. I used to take stolen pics of you, but I stopped that habit since it's creepy. Now that we have grown up, I wish I will have the chance to talk to you soon or even admit that I love you. Yes, I love you Allison, since we were young, I've just been patient through all these years. Looking forward to hang out with you soon.

Have a great day!

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I have an admirer? Wow, this is surreal. After reading the letter, I wondered if who sent or wrote this for me. It couldn't be Maddox, because he is my best friend and this isn't his handwriting, his handwriting is shit. I don't really have an idea. Maybe just a random student that is our neighbor? Maybe.

I reached my classroom and only a few students were there since the teacher hasn't arrived yet. I just stared at the whiteboard waiting patiently and still thinking about who that letter's from. I'm just confused and a but creeped out. Our teacher finally came and started with the lecture.
God, I hate literature.

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