I can't get over about what I have done yesterday, it was my big chance but I wasted it. I poured my frustration in reading and reading until my head aches, my tumor is attacking.
I closed my eyes to give a rest I bowed my head down on the table a take a nap for minutes.
I'm planning on not attending in my class because I might be able to concentrate because I'm not feeling well.
I take walk in the shelf when I saw her in tiptoed reaching for the book at the top shelf. I position exactly at her back she's to very occupied by reaching the book.
So, I extend my hand and reach the book she wanted and I know I surprised her she turned to me and she faced my chest. I'm more taller than her, she look up and we shared a stare for a moment, I smiled.
"You need to grow more height."
I hand her the book and leave immediately.
I ran my fingers in my hair in frustration. I placed my hand in my chest, it skips a beat.
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