I flipped through the magazine tonight. I don’t know why I was looking through one because I’ve never really done that before. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. I didn’t feel like sleeping tonight.
This magazine talked about celebrities. Gossip. I feel sorry for celebrities sometimes. You can never keep your life private. It’s probably the same if you’re really, really, really popular and have lots of stalkers. I’m kind of glad that’s not me.
The next morning, I came to school. I yawned the moment I reached this tree, standing in front of the school stairs. The powerful sun shined over my skin. It bothered me. I regretted not putting on sun block on my face.
Then, I kept walking. Up the stairs I go. It’s another boring day in my life. Another boring, painful day, that is.
I spotted him sitting under the tree; he was just 100 feet away from me. My chest aches every time I see him. He’s usually alone or with Carrie. But I continue moving, effortlessly. It’s been like this for the past three years or so, walking pass him, that is.
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