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❝you're not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. ❞

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Monday

Monday always bothers me. Classes and stupid teacher's voices. Im tired of hearing those stuffs especially the voices in the corridors. Full of judgemental things that everyone won't like to hear.

As expected, the same girls and boys who always make fun of me. All I thought college will be different. More matured people and less toxic animals but I guess I was wrong. Toxic animals was multiplied.

"Look who's here. I thought you'll be in a better school doggy. " The first stupid sentence I heard this day. Calling me doggy makes sense after all. They always search for me like im a dog just to bully me or something.

"Yup maybe this doggy still wants to find her owner somewhere HAHAHA. " Laughter was all around the corridors. I didn't once looked at them. I continued walking until I passed all of them.

I knew it. First day wont be memorable at all. Still the same people I see. I thought all of the dramatic scenes of mine will be changed because of college.

I entered this lame classroom. After 5 minutes, the professor entered holding a lot of books but still, no one helped him in carrying those.

"Thanks for helping me. That was a big help. " He smiled sarcasticly. Ofcourse that's what I will feel also. We're 40 in this class and no one will help him?

"Ok im planning for free time on my subject but since no one helped me, I guess no free time. " The students started murmuring about him. "Ok ok just kidding. Stop talking about me already. " The students flashes their bright smiles.

"You can do whatever you want now. Use your cellphones, go around the school, have dates or anything. You are all free. " The students shouts in excitement. Pft. Finally, I can escape hell.

As always, I go to library to ofcourse, read books. Not educational books but romantic books. I like reading about them. It feels like im inside that story. In that way, I can finally imagine that I was being loved by someone.

I dont like reading those in crowded places like the classroom or should I say, the hell. I dont like anyone bothers me in reading especially if I was in the middle of a romantic scene.

I went inside the library and looked for a good place to read and continue my book. As expected, no other people here but me. No other bookworms and no lovers doing some love here yuck.

Finally, I saw heaven. No devils around me at all.

Im in the middle of the chapter when I felt someone passes me. I thought it was the librarian but no. I was wrong. Its a guy wearing a black jacket. I didn't notice his face at all.

Something flashes in the corner of my eye. Its a yellow note.

↪Cheer up. You look more happy when you wear those smile on your face.
:)

What? Did god just dropped an angel by? Why would someone give me a piece of paper with this shit written on it. Oh god! Now I believe in a angels already.

I remembered the first story I read. Its about a guy who strangely gives notes in the girl he loves but ends up in the wrong person. Oh maybe someone misplaced it here or something. I didn't picked it up and I continued reading my book.

Not from afar, I noticed the guy who passed me seating in a desk from afar. He's reading a book also. His blonde hair covering his angel eyes caught my eye. He's just-- he's very fictitious to be true.

He's just like in any other stories. The ideal guy of girls, the typical boy who has admirers. I keep on staring at him but he suddenly looked back at me. I looked away and pretended that I was doing something.

I saw his bright smile as I look carefully. Those lips were like the angel's. I closed my book and looked back at him again but he's not there. He vanished like dust in thin air. No dont tell me im hallucinating about things.

Are ghosts real?

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