It all started when I first set foot on the brick pathway of Wall Street, Block 44 where our 2 story house stood miserably over the 5 story majestic mansion just a few meters away from both entrances. I was 12 years old back then, and I was half a decade older now and still, I feel the hell of coming out of the front door every morning because I had a phobia on seeing that mansion. Why? Because that’s where I met the guy who always made my blood boil, who insulted me to death, who became my forever school rival, who saved me several times, and most importantly, (probably the most terrifying) the one who I fell in love with.
The first time I met him, is the day that I vowed to despise him for his arrogance. But ironically, all the girls in our school wants him, loves him, well except me. But that was ages ago. But now, I seem to seek his presence and often asked myself, “Zhiana, what had just happened to you?”
