Lost Connection... [Discontinued]

Chapter 4.

This story is a little wack but I'll keep on going anyways. Even when college and life is in the way. :)

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Struggle of Photography

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  I opened my bedroom door feeling sluggish, heart pounding faster than normal after running away from a certain some when the school bell dismissed us. Pretending to hear his desperate childlike pleas by deliberately listening to nonexistent music.

  Kinda wished I brought my skateboard for good measure but the unplanned escape miraculously worked, even though I'm exhausted.

  There's some homework that needs to be completed by tomorrow for both reading and math, considering the fact that it's already the third week of the semester.

  The simple boring plan made me gloat.

  I hope dinner can ease down the weird tingling sensation running through my burning veins refusing to cool off from the super brief interaction with the spiky haired idiot, who which I'm determined to avoid at all costs for various reasons that I don't want to explain just yet.

  Who am I kidding? There's no one way he's gonna back away easily, taking notes of his personality, he seems very persistent and desperate for friendship. A thing I'm not really into or ever will be.

  Not sure why he's so damn interested in me, but anytime and whenever his stupidly happy presence comes anywhere near me, I'll intentionally ignore him.

  Sure I had a little crush for a short while over the phone with him, though it seems clear that his overly dramatic image annoys me more in person than through luminated screen. Strangely nothing much different compared to how he talks towards others in person, more expressive I guess.

  It's an odd conclusion, I'll admit. But there's just something that seems off about him when I'm around versus around him alone tag along with other students without me near.

  The worst fact is that Gon, the boy who's been following chatting to me over the phone, is apparently the leading vocalist and leader in band class. Who describes our class very talented, a simple detail seemingly false when reviewing their photos taken over the few weeks.

  Later explaining how he wants to help create a poster for their band to invite musicians or singers along. Also said they'll give us credit for the hard work for helping.

I sighed.

Gon...

Gon Freecs.

  The damn persistent overgrown child messages standing out in the spotlight on social media who I deeply despise for numerous reasons sends me a message, I of course ignore him.

  Instead removed my backpack onto my bed to grab my flier out for the photography competition, an activity a little different from what I normally do.

  New things won't hurt right?

  Heading down back down stairs holding the small flier to see two lovely guardians who constantly shower me with unconditional love and affection, doing their own thing for dinner preparations. Mom cooking dinner while dad is setting up the table.