Behind Your Thoughts

Bean Bag, Boomed Love.

 

Prologue:

         

Everyone lives to please other people, what they desired to, or whatever they loved. And what I hate the most, are the people’s today generation who let the unique individualities of each one another, fade. Like everyone, the way they talk, what they use, same way of their system of mind and thoughts, all same. Like being at a crowdy subway, you could predict who they are, what they will do next, where they’re going to or what kind of person they are. If you even work for the government at FBI, profiling them would be an easy process, fast before the blink of your eye.  

       Most people blend and trend.

They’ll imitate a person means they’re quite copycats. I’m not into this for offending or talking about to someone I hate, (I never hated anyone before) but my thoughts must have be copy to another memory storage, must be analyzed by somebody else and tell me if my views are wrong.

That movie just made me came up to this, it’s very inspiring. It’s a beautiful movie art piece. “Most people think of themselves as individuals, like nobody on the planet like them. This motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and move around like nothing’s wrong.” I love that. It’s brilliant and… Eureka! It’s incredible; no one would think about it because people just live in it.

About what I quote, well when people are told to about that or whenever they’ll realize it, they don’t still admit it and pretending they just heard a buzzing bee instead of you.

In my view to reality, I considered some as losers.

I wonder if your guys understand me. But I guess not. I’m such a stupid person. But all I just have is to hope and have faith in this crap to go well.

 

      

 

 

First Chapter:

             

       Once upon a time, a little girl tries to be focused writing down notes about their lecture for that day in her Social Studies class.

       Whatever her teacher is writing on the blackboard, it was ignored by the little girl’s co-class mates, and so the little girl, but she’ll figure everything out at her home because indeed, their teacher doesn’t teach well.

       The bell of a happy sigh rang and the little students of each room were alarmed. It’s time for a short relaxation in the way of unstarving for every tired and sick student from words and adding letters and some Chinese. (I ain’t racist. I beg your pardon.)

       While some went straight to the cafeteria, some went at the lockers. Some kids went to their own lockers not to get some academic related stuff but for personal public displays of their affffection kissing behind theirs. I don’t do a stupid such. But once I tried a smack but it just a memory that symbolizes that it broke my heart. ROFL to what I’ve said, right? I know you might be expecting me as a loser; no one would fall for me, and yes indeed, no one would.

       Definitely, snatched up my backpack and wore it on one shoulder though it’s heavy.

       This is a private school that’s why later on the question “why” would bug you. Just in case.

       I’m a loser that’s why I have my own vacant table for ten but owned by myself. No one would try to friend me but the fresh moved, new transferred or just new kids from home being home schooled, those were the kids who friend me and plus, they thought I’m also a newbie, it’s an irritating thing all over and over again every year. After a week, the kid/s who friend me (I know they just friend me for my permission to them to sit with me) would be sitting with whatever his/her division would be and be refusing the fact that they friend me because of the gossips like, I’m a serial killer, I’m a cannibal, zombie, lesbian, total weirdo. Those are offending and hurting, you know. :( Just way too many gossips but I liked it because it meant they’re be thinking of me or they cared. I’m a very appreciative in little things because I only received little things.  

       The little princes and princesses started muttering and complaining about the thing that they can’t eat and seat. Everywhere is full. Mine were the place are available, they’re 24/7 welcome to my palace. And you know what happened next? The food fight started. Every sentences has a period but replaced by exclamation points.

       Its fun, it’s a great show there. They entertain me well, it’s like the predators and preys. It’s the first thing sploot in my mind. It’s the fifth week of classes so no butts were glued in my palace again, no one to laugh with, it’s a record. It’s going to my diary then.     

       They made a big chaos. Faculties were at their respective places. No elderly around because food stalls are located at before the next building.

       I remained silent due to my classification but deep inside, I’m LOLing. Like haha they’re silly little kids like me. They’re food fighting with rampaging elephants while others are satisfied sitting on the floor, WiFi-ying.

       Then me, sitting and derping. Haha. I have nothing hero thing duty to do because my only intention here is to eat and watch maybe. I love gossips.

       Through the flying buns, sauce, drinks, noodles and fries, was my prince walking casually and perfectly. Giggling at the serious-problemed retarded students.

       Since the student coordinating body council wasn’t elected nor nominated yet, the rules are awesome and we aren’t yet required to be on silly doll-like uniforms.  

       So my prince is wearing tight denim blue jeans, Nirvana shirt in grey jacket, a pair of red sneakers and his black-and-green-colour-combined bag with band pins on it. He’s awesome. As he walks, his dark-brown hair bounces sideways like from some 80’s movies I watched. Wavy so perfect.

       And accidentally hang my mouth wide when he’s walking towards me (or at the table).     He gave a “sexy” laugh to his friend covered with orange juice. Before… 

       “Hi I’m… uh Chris. Just wondering what’s yours.” He asked. I know what’s he’s hiding back, it’s a paper bag and I know what he wants. So I replied, “Sure, you could sit here.” He shooked his head,"I don't just want to sit with you, I also want to be friends with you." Really? Sitting with me? I thought he just want to have a seat to eat. And oh, really? Friends? That's very touching for an unpopular princesses. 

      So I blushed, "I'm Flora, Flora Bloo-" I stopped. Wait. He already asked my name for about 4 times already. I'm getting suspicious. "I know you already know my name." I said. "Thought you buried the fact that I asked your name more than twice. Guess I'm no special." he smiled with his white-like-rice smile. I smiled back. 

 

TO BE CONTINUED... ;D