Whew, finally got off from that club.  I wasn't saying that it sucked but it wasn't the best either. At least, I get to use my Cajun fighting style again after a long time. That tingly feeling that I get after a fight, that feeling where I still am revved up but the battle has already been over, I miss this. Though I kinda wanna punch someone.
                              
                                              As I went outside the room greeted with waves and cheers from my peers, it's time to go back, see the gang and have some real fun.Sheesh, monday's almost up but we still have to practice. But I forgot where we will meet. Was it in the cafeteria...or in the old music room? Perhaps in the van?
                              
                               I'll guess... at the music room. 
                              
                                              Oh, but wait. Jenny was still up in her club with Trevor. Oh, don't know that he's in the psychology club. He's a good boxer. I saw him a couple of times during school meets. Kinda wanna join myself but I dedicated myself to some peaceful martial arts.It paid off for me.There's something about  Jenny staring at him though...
                              
                                              Oh, I know where that's going later. hehe. anyways , I'm really hungry. Might as well stop by for the cafeteria first before meeting them. It's still pretty early really so it wouldnt hurt.But I think informing Jenny about that will be much better.
                              
                                              I tried to lean in the classroom, hoping for Jenny to catch my attention. I tried to stare at her, like the rest of us do if we want someone to come outside the room. Oh, but she's staring way too long at Trevor! I need to catch her attention but I don't wanna interfere with the guy's speech, especially if Jenny's hooked . 
                              
                                              "h-hey, j-jenny." I whispered in the air, hoping it could get to Jenny. All that returned was puzzled - and amused - gazes from within the room. I can't help to look at them and feel embarrassed.
                              
                                              But I looked back at Jenny and continue. "J-jenny" I raised my voice a bit louder so that she might notice.
                              
                                              But everyone started to look at me except for her. Jenny....
                              
                                              I looked around at the  picture-puzzled faces again. Kinda made me smile. I should've called her formally in the first place. 
                              
                                              But wait, I saw someone staring at me. I cant help but notice the darkness of her long hair and the fairness of her face. Her eyes locked in mine as I tranced a bit further in her gaze.... Her look is so hypnotizing and..
                              
                                              "Excuse me, Paolo?"
                              
                                              U-ugh!? I was shifted back in the real world again, with Trevor staring at me from the platform. "Do you need something, dude?"
                              
                                              "Uh, yeah dude." I stammered while I scratched the back of my head. " I want to talk to Jenny, if I may."
                                              I saw that dark-haired girl smile at me, as if wanting to laugh at my movements.
                              
                                      
                                   
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The Ghost Of The Love Song
Teen Fictioneighteen year old Antonio Villanueva finds another chapter of his life outside of his home city, together with his young band! Their new academy was turning out to be alright , until they have discovered an ancient mystery written within a very old...
 
                                               
                                                  