Chapter 5 : Suicidal

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After all of the birthday cake things finished and we already taken our exam, we took a break and soon we'll study again...

The class is divided into many classes, grouping the genius with the genius and the mediocre with the mediocre.

The indication is the try outs. I didn't take the English try out so it's scored 0 and I'm placed in the mediocre class...

...which means, I'm separated from Angie.

Meanwhile, I didn't sipped the letter yet, so I called Angie's best friend, Grace to sipped the chocolate and the love letter.

I said

"Put this inside Angie's back and don't let anyone knows."

Grace, with her nerd face said

"You....you like Angie???"

Then I quickly responded

"Yeah, yeah c'mon hurry up! The bell will ring in 2 minutes!"

Then I hoped for the best and study...

The bell rang and I went out of the class and go downstairs. Angie's class didn't finished yet so I'm waiting...

And when they came out...

Some of them are smiling scarily... Like... They're showing something...

Some of them said "Cieeeeee" all over again...

Some of them whispered "Angie!" In my ears...

I'm so confused and panic... Then I asked to one of my friend, Macks

I asked

"What the fuck really happened? Did Angie knew that the one who wrote that shit is me?"

Then Macks responded with laugh

"Lol of course... Who has a hand writing like that except you? Hahahaha"

My heart stopped when he said that....

Really?

That's one of the moment when I felt so suicidal...

I never wanted anyone to know... But why???

All I know is I'll cried myself to sleep tonight...

Then I walked out of the school...

Feels like my soul has left my body...

I don't feel anything, I'm ashamed, disappointed, suicidal.

But then I met one of Angie's friend, Shaniya and I asked about what happened...

"She screamed and surprised when she saw your letter, then people came along to see the letter, of course they know it's your writing because most of them are your long time friends... But she's still unsure about that letter, I mean, she's still unsure that you're the writer, or not."

That calmed me down... Then I stopped talking to Angie for days...

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