hello readers, thank you for reading again. :) I really appreciate it. xoxo
¤ryan pov¤
i keep wondering who write those letter, i ask my friend if there making fun of me but non of them noded and they look all serious.
"guys, i have to go, i need a book from the library " i lied to them
"why suddenly?"my bestfriend mike raised his eyebrows with coriousity, "i need it i-i-in history right! in history" i walk away to ignore more question and headed to the locker, and went to the trashcan and find those letter "good where is it" i look side to side and to my back "lucky i am,no one is around" ahh papers where are you, i murmured to myself, "yes I found it!" I put it to my pocket and headed to the library
I sat down in the corner of book shelves and read again the letter I keep wondering its bothering me. then I heard someone is crying at the other corner. I hide myself and watch her closely, she's so familiar, I like to comfort her but who am I to do that to her, I'm just somebody. and I have a problem on my own but when I look at her there something about her. ..
======= short and bored. but ill promise to be better soon. :))
