|COMPLETED not yet EDITED| I wake up one morning and I am happy in the arms of the man I love. But I did not expect on the next morning, I woke up without any memories of him and my heart belong to someone that has been buried in my heart thousand of years passed. How can I go back in the arms of the man I truly belong if my memories of him was lost? This story is Taglish.

"What you think is not necessarily what you think..." Welcome to Weston High where bullying transfer students is LEGAL. Where violent acts is somehow LEGAL. While being inlove felt so ILLEGAL. ------ T.W!: This story is personal and unedited, with numerous typos and grammatical errors. You are free to disregard the story if it does not appeal to you. Thank you very much.