Chapter 3: Mon fucking day.

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           It's Monday. Fucking Monday. Same routine. The same fucking boring routine. I now hate my life.  All the way to school, I was daydreaming and I was just "Yeah." "Sure." "Okay." when dad asked me questions. I can't get her out of my head. You know that feeling. 

            I couldn't really concentrate in class because of her. Especially during Maths. Madam Liew called me a few times asking to solve questions on the board about angles. 

"I'm sorry. I can't do this," I said. 

          She released loads of magma on me, "You studied in UK and don't know how to do angles?! Are you that stupid?! How can you be in this class?!"

          I thundered back. "Doesn't mean I'm from the UK I'm a smartass. I'm here because your education system is shit." Touché. And for that I got sent to the principal's office. Bitches gonna bitch. My punishment? Community service. After school. 

           By 3, I was allowed to go home but I had to wait till dad finished his work. So I took the advantage to go to Green Hill. Ordered some Kolo Mee, a cheap Chinese cuisine. As I took my seat behind a wall, there she was, a table away from me. I didn't know what I was thinking, I just stared at here and she noticed. She took her bag and got up from her seat. Greattttt. 

          I facepalmed myself. "She's so not gonna talk to me," I said to myself. "Who's not gonna talk to you?," a girl's voice came out of nowhere. I was stunned to she her sitting in front of me, on the same table and with the shocked look on my face, "Oh, no one." She giggled. And believe me, it's the cutest giggle I have ever heard in my entire life! And the Kolo Mee lady came and serve us with two bowls of Kolo Mee. "But I only ordered one," I said. The lady bounced back again, "It's hers, boy." Okay burned. Again, she giggled and I followed along. 

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