The Scoundrel Circle's Only Innocent

Intro-ceptionary Sniper

There's always have a witty comeback. Every past is a part, fades but doesn't disappear, forgotten but will always remember. . . 

High school years weren't still that over and this year was my most awaited. Ask it "why?" Of course 3rd year was a year for proms responsibilities and leveling up your fame level for a higher extra-curricular grade. And, that's why it would be the most revealing year of secrets, conspiracy and as well as deception for me . . . I can't still believe that things like that would happen and could happen to me as I live as a popular recluse in my 1st and 2nd years in my school where the only once I'm always with was my small pink journal and my most favorite fountain pen that everyone including my terrific teacher was envy.  

I started just like almost everybody and anyone else, just a normal girl but not like the others whom it's just what it seems at first but sooner or later will evolve, unlike me I was never really never been in any progress. I don't knew my mates yet nor feeling-at-home in school where everybody else did except me. Even worst, my mother had just enrolled me there for a certain purpose not even consulting me first before making that a decision. Fortunately, though I met some of the nicest you-could-be-friends-with in school I always didn't had been through a lot with them for I still prefer a secluded life for I can think of something well than being with my party-people friends. But, they are always there whenever I need their advice, comments, help, suggestions, insights and I'm also always there for them if they need me. Speaking of always there when they need me, yes ! They always need me so as time goes by I'm leaving little by little my solitary life and it did many positive additions in my life . . . maybe that's what I think. 

It's really fortunate I met them; some of them, assuming not all of them were my real friends . . . despite of the natural calamity that awaits for me. You know that, natural calamity is everywhere even though you're already used to it. 

How could and would I do forgot, waking up in a place I didn't even know nor have been there before. 

Murderers that kills you physically and psychologically. 

Part of it . . . 

Will always remember . . .