Love Instances

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UNEDITED. NONSENSE. SHORT. RUSHED. DON'Y ENJOY IT.

"No championships, no medals, no records, no international recruits... This is INSANITY!" I slammed my laptop shut.

"Michelle, what am I supposed to do?" I screamed desperately, clutching on to my phone as if it was my life bank. Which it is, as of the moment. "That school will be the death of me, I tell you. DEATH OF ME!"

Michelle, the girl I was talking to, chuckled obnoxiously, making me more nervous that I already am. "Where are you now, Er?"

"What does THAT have to do with my problem?" When no one answered, I sighed forcefully and just answered her question: "I'm on the way to school you psychopath dimwit."

I heard a loud clap and Michelle's voice took over my phone's speakers once again. "Perfect! Now, estimate the time you'll arrive to your new school."

I glared then rolled my eyes.

Of course she won't see you glaring, you dimwit.

"Since when did you like Math? Anyways, approximately twenty minutes." I eyed our driver, Luis, who must've known what we were talking about because he gave me a thumbs up.

"Now," Michelle's voice made me break the awkward eye contact. "How long would it take to turn on your laptop?"

"Seconds?" I replied sarcastically. I DO NOT SEE WHERE THIS WAS HEADING.

"No!" I jumped, shocked out of my wits. This witch's voice never ceases to scare me. "It'll take minutes if you don't start now so..."

I swear I can visualize her smiling right now.

"Chop chop!"

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I entered the campus dumbly. If that's even possible. For the past 20 minutes, Michelle and I browsed through the academy's official website, hacking student profiles to no avail.

You see, dear readers, I, Eris Evans, am an aspiring journalist-slash-writer who was deprived of her dream when her shitty elder brother decided to move schools for HIS dream. And he had a bigger chance of becoming successful so why not? At least, that's our parents thought. Why can't they love me for once?! It's all about Eros, Eros, EROS!

Fabulous, huh?

And that girl I was talking to awhile ago? Her name's Michelle Obama. No, I was just joking. Please excuse me for my mushroom like sense of humor. Anyways, her name's actually Michelle Brown, my mentor-slash-senior who first introduced me to writing. She's not my bestfriend or anything, God knows how impossible that would be for a girl like me, but was the one who opened my eyes to the reality called Life. And now we're lightyears apart.

I feel so utterly dramatic.

"Hey!" I held my forehead. Someone hit me! Oh, great. That person's gonna pa----

"Oh." I hear the whispers of the people around me and immediately ducked my head.

It was a post! A fricking post in the middle of the road! I can't survive in this school! Help!

"Hey, are you okay?" a voice from behind asked.

I twirled around only to stop abruptly. I let the moment sink in: OMG! SOMEONE TALKED TO ME! OMG SOMEONE IS TALING TO ME! KYAAA~