NATHALIA P.O.V
I have this wonderful day, I can't wait to see my friends.
but not unless I saw my face in the bulletin board.
'slut, bitch, witch.'
That's how they call me.
They are not my friends, they just want my assignments, my answers and my knowledge.
"How pathetic am I right?"
What's their problem? I almost fave them my sweetest attitude then, this will be the exchange?
I don't know how to clean up this mess.
Here I am crying beside the corridor but suddenly Nicolas offered his hanker chief.
"Don't cry if the rumors are not true." He said
before he sat beside me.
"Its easy to say that because you are not in my position." I said.
Sixth, I love your laugh.
that's my happiness.
Seventh, I like your smile.
because that's my weakness.
