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Another Cliche Lovestory: Different Yet Similar

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"I never thought that liking you so much would hurt"

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Growing up, I was this awkward girl who everyone bullies. The neighbors, my classmates, and schoolmates. Well, could not help it if you are 4'9" in tall, long black wavy hair, with eye glasses and pimples on your face. I was this out cast from elementary school to middle school. I decided to join a dance club in Marianas High School. I wanted to try and explore the things I can or cannot do and in hopes that I would gain friends along the way.  

As I enter the room, I felt like all eyes was on me. I felt so nervous because I knew the people who were auditioning for the dance group. Non of which know that i existed. As the judges call us one by one to perform on stage, my heart beat faster. I looked around the room and saw my crush. I didn't know he likes to dance. He looks so cute with his hazel brown eyes, glossy hair, 5'6" in tall. Though he looks so poise in the outside, but when you look into his eyes, you could see how nervous he is. I smiled as I watch him act as if its nothing. I thought to myself "He is so cute when his nervous!." But of course he will never notice me.

"Jomari Garcia" said one of the judges

"Oh my gawd its Jomari's turn! I cant wait to see how he does" I said to myself, smiling so widely.

Smiling while he dances and wondering what are the judges expression on their faces. I was in the way back so no one would really notice me. Jomari's dancing was impressive. He showed the most vulnerable expression which is hurt. He is so graceful. I thought that his passion is photography on account that we are in the same class, but I was wrong. Dance is his passion. After five minutes of dancing he sat back down. Two of his other friends were called up to audition. One was really cute and he was as good as Jomari. but the other had two left feet.

"Jesimae Faith Valentine" the judge called out.

Its my turn! Walking up to the stage was so nerve racking. The boys with Jomari laughed and were booing me. I took a breath and gave the signal to start the music. It felt so good! I danced my heart out. Four minutes and almost finish dancing, I didn't notice i was on the edge of the stage. I stumbled and was about to fall.

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"Jhamae the witch! Jhamae the witch! jhamae the witch!" said a little boy.

"Watch out! She's coming to get you! Move out of the way!" said another boy.

This was a normal day at school, where my schoolmates would tease me a lot. I was an average student at Garapan Elementary School. Schoolmates throwing trash at me, spilling things on me, but i never fought back. My dad always said "Just be quite and let them do what they want to you. Someday they will regret what they did to you one way or another. They are just kids so let it go. You have a wonderful heart and dont let them turn your heart into stone." Remembering what my dad said made me smile. I wish I can go around with him where ever he goes so I can feel safe.

I like walking around school before the bell rings. I like looking at my schoolmates playing. Im not envious, I feel happy looking at them. I would smile even though they are hurting me. I cant do anything about how i look like, so i will just be invisible. I'd rather be no one to them than be someone fake. They look so happy. 

All of a sudden i was drenched in blue paint. One of the tactics they usually bully me with. i dont get surprised anymore nor mad. The thing is, you cant help the tears that fall down your face. Everyone saw what happened and they laughed. I walked away, heading to the girls locker room when i felt a hand on my arm. He was tall, good looking, and had a smile on his face. He was looking around like he doesnt want to let anyone see him with me. He gave me his handkerchief, smiled and shouted "Your so gross! Witch!." Before he left, he mouthed the words "I'm sorry."

Somehow i felt like i have a friend in him. I wonder what is his name. Does he know mine? I understand why he did what he did back there. Smiling, i washed the paint off my hair and body. Good thing i brought a change of cloths. i was used to the fact that i would have something happen to me everytime i go to school. Finally all dressed up and just fixing myself. I heard a knock on the girl's locker room.

"Hey, Jhamae are you alone? Can i come in?" said the boy

I was so unsure of what to do. So, I just shouted "You may."

He came in with flowers and chocolates. I was so surprised because i never had anyone give me these. Im only in the sixth grade and i dont know his name. why is he doing all of these for me.

"These are for you. I hope these would make you feel better." he said

I asked his name but he would not tell me. i just hugged him so tight and said thank you. But i know, this would not be in public. this would just be him and me.

"Just call me 'Your Hero'" he said and left.