Part One: My Other Half [COMPLETED]

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A R Y A

"How could anyone stop calling you if your ID is slung at your back Bri?" The boy with him jokingly said while slinging his arms on this Brian's shoulders. All the other guys with them started laughing.

I was saved!

"Now!" Jadey hissed.

I was confused of what she meant but before I could even ask, she was already dragging me from the scene like we were never even there.

. . . . .

B R I A N

"How could anyone stop calling you if your I.D is on your back Bri?"

Anton slung his arm on my shoulder and ruffled my hair. All my other friends laughed hahaha funny- not.

This happens every damn time.

I guess I forgot to fling my I.D back to the front after drinking water from the fountain a while ago.

"Where did those two beautiful kittens ran off to?" Tristan, one of my buddies said.

"Tsk, maybe poor Brian scared those darlings away," Anton replied with a grin plastered in his face.

He's my best bud but sometimes I just want to jab his face or something and this time was one of those rare days.

"They were scared of your hideous face dumb-ass."

With my retort, everyone in the group guffawed. It was always like this with them. One fools around and the other person will respond and everyone ends up fooling with each other.

Nothing much has changed ever since I became a Junior High School student. If there was any difference present, I'd say it got worst.

Increasing love letters on my lockers, chocolates, money, invitations to parties and clubs, and all sorts of crafts and silliness that my fan-girls could think of.

I gave out an exasperating sigh.

I wonder, is there a chance that something might change for the better this year?

. . . . .

A R Y A

When I got home, strangely I couldn't get that guy's face out of my head. I reached for a small box at the top of my cabinet and searched for an old album and opened it. I stopped when I saw a picture of two kids happily grilling a barbeque.

I traced the image of a boy. His light brown eyes, his tousled black hair that makes you want to touch it and that little Rudolph nose.

"Is this what they call a fate's joke? How could two people look alike and be a different person at the same time?" I murmured mainly to myself.