"What will it be this time?" I asked the moon with a sigh and sat down with my feet dangling off the cliff. As usual, I got no response.
I wasn't sure if the moon was holding back it's tongue on purpose to torment me, or if it was just as confused a...
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The next day, the six of us decided to check out some girls from other schools. We ditched school again to do so. We've been so tired of seeing the same people at school, it honestly got annoying seeing the same faces over and over again.
There was no other school in this tiny town besides ours so we took our bikes and traveled all the way across the city. As we soon got to a school, I could already hear my friends calling on some girls while I stayed silent.
I couldn't find anyone worth looking at. I continued looking at everyone who passes by as my friends were still trying to get attention from the girls. I laughed at how people were throwing dirty glances at the guys next to me. It was actually embarrassing.
I widened my eyes as soon as I saw the same black hooded girl I saw from last night that was crying. It was such a coincidence that I happen to stop right in front of her school. She looked different. It was the same sad looking sweater but who wore it looked completely different. Today she wore light makeup, probably trying to conceal all her crying yesterday.
"Hey!" she exclaims as she meets up with a couple of her friends.
I watched silently as she laughs and jokes around, pretending like nothing happened last night. How could someone completely switch personalities within a few hours?
Yoongi nudged me, "Hey, let's go."
Here we are, at the same theater again. Jin dragged us all to watch another movie as some sort of rebound from yesterday's devastating combat with the Avengers.
In the middle of the movie though, the same thing happened. The same sound of yelling outside the theater door and then briefly followed by the same hooded girl. She waltzed in here as if she didn't hear all the ruckus outside. Why does she keep bumping into us? More so, why do I seem to always bump into her?
Similarly, she never laughed at the funny parts, nor cry during the sad parts either. Why does she keep spending money on movies she doesn't even like? I couldn't focus on the movie at all though, all I was focusing on was her.
I kept wondering why she keeps fiddling with the edge of her sweater, pulling it down to cover her arms. So many questions in my head, one popping out after another. She makes me curious and I intend to find out why.
And as I figured, there she is again. Back at her usual spot, crying once more. Why is she always crying?
I had an urge to go up to her and calm her but my feet didn't let me. My heart somehow broke into pieces the more I watched her sob and weep. She paused and for a second, I was scared she had noticed me watching her.
I couldn't hold it in. I made up my mind to walk up to her, but as I did so, I quickly hid in the bushes again when I heard a strong male voice.
"Hey cutie," someone shouted from a distance and we both turned to look who it was. It was a couple of hooded guys with their hands tightly tucked inside their pockets. This couldn't be good.
I watched as they came up to her. Were they her friends? I paused for a minute and wondered what to do. She quickly wiped off her tears and jumped down from the swing she sat on. They hovered over her little body and my eyes widened when she yanked her arm away when they tried to grab her.
