I was on my way to our house, chilling out in my ipad, when I stepped on a rock that made me fall. I immediately stood up and pat my pants. I picked up my ipad and tied my shoelace. After that, I rasied my head and I was surprised on what I saw.
The girl last night … Yes, the girl last night.
She was walking on my way but she doesn't notice me. Her head seems tired. She hasn't changed her look. My heart starts to beat when our eyes collided.
She looked at me seriously. “Oh, you again.”
Still freezing under my toes, I was still dumbfounded. For me, staring this mysterious girl was the best thing that happened to me. I still remembered the “last night”. From the moment we've talked until I realized I can't remove this girl out of my mind.
“Yes. What are you doing last night?.” tapping my lap as I tried to be in myself when actually I was not.
“Nothing,” she said, in a low pitch voice and began to ran again. Like a kid.
Nothing?
Why is she that weird? Her response was not convincing. After I watched her disappeared in my view, I continued walking and at the same time thinking. Thinking who could be that girl, what is she doing here,in Alcott, a crowded town with liberated girls. But Alcott also has some hidden peaceful places like Dawson Village, where I lived almost all of my life.
Dawson was the place where I learned to open my eyes, to say the word, “Mama”, to read my daddy's article about drugs. My dad is actually an editor-of-chief of our town's newspaper.. I think I got this quiet type of person from him. I don't like too many people. I would prefer rather listening to my playlist, read some books or write some poetry. Someday, I want to be a writer too.
The only thing I don't have or I can brag about is a girl I can call my own and would claim me also I'm her property. Almost every guy I knew had their girlfriends already, even my cousins.
It seems like when God sent thousands of girls in every guy here, He forgot to sent me one.
Sometimes, I imagined my life … with my girlfriend, if I do have one. Would I get the happiness from her that I can't feel with my family? Would I be inspired more often? Could she make me smile more than my mother?
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