Three years ago...
I stared at the mirror, watching myself in it. A brunette girl, hair long enough to touch her hips. Upon looking myself on it, I hated it! I must be someone who boys wouldn't want to date with.
Someone that no boys would never wanted to be with. But how? How? How could I do that? I looked around my bedroom, searching for some ideas. That's when I saw a poster of G-Dragon wearing his normal fashion outfit whilst smiling showing off his perfect teeth, plastered on my bedroom wall. An idea popped up in my mind instantly.
I ran to my brother's room. My brother, Alexander Francis was nineteen years old. I searched for a nice clothing in his cupboard and wore it immediately with his hoodie. About my T-shirt, I don't really care about it because I am wearing a hoodie which will then covered up my T-shirt. I changed my skinny jeans into a baggier jeans. So now, my fashion were more of hoodie and baggy pants.
But something was wrong? Something that would still make me looked desirable. Oh ya, my hair! I found a pair of scissors on my room and was about to cut my hair when I remembered how waste that would be. What should I do then with my hair?
Think! Think! Then again, my eyes landed on another picture of G-Dragon wearing a black hat with white spots on it saying '' One of a Kind''. So again, I went to my brother's room, found a cap which says '' NO''. I quickly tied up my hair into a ballerina bun before putting on that cap backwards on my head.
'' Perfect!'' I whispered softly to myself as I stared in the mirror, slowly admiring my new appearance. Wow! This doesn't even looked like me, I meant it does only that it was the boy version of myself. I smiled like a child, gulped and dashed off to school.
That was how my career of being a tomboy started. I wanted to changed my appearance and not to be wanted by anyboys anymore. I never wanted to be that weak girl who was so gullible to believe everything that people said.
A girl who was taken advantage of. A girl who was so innocent and naive to think that life was full of happines and cheesy moments. But the truth fact was life was cruel. That's my opinion for now.
The present day...
I was now sitting at the back of the class, listening attentively to my Geography teacher as she was teaching about the world crisis whilst eavesdropping to a group of boys talking about ' dirty stuffs'.
The normal thing that they would always talked about. Their conversation started quite boring at first but sooner, the topic got hot up. And I was getting sicker and sicker each time the topic gets hot up.
When the topic got really hot which means more sicken, I turned my head to face those boys, glaring at them with my most murderous look that I could muster.
They looked at me innocently and muttered to each other under their breath so that I would not be able to hear what they were saying and then giggled a little whilst their eyes still fixed on me.
Rule#05: Never looked at the bad boys or famous boys in school or any boys because they will think that you're checking them out and have a crushed on them. Thus, they will gossiped about you...( I think so?)
I knew what they were actually talking about, they were talking about me. Jeremy or Jeremiah the leader of the group, literally made a puffy cheeks and spread his arm wide, trying to say that I am fat, still have his eyes on me.
In my heart, I feel like taking a fork and stabbed him on the face repeatedly or maybe take a pen knife and sliced his face layer by layer like how you sliced your fruit. Muahahaha! In my mind, I was basically thinking of sadistic way to kill him slowly.
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