His Biggest Problem

His Biggest Problem

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:[ EXCERPT ]: "Why do you always run away from me?" I asked, taking a seat next to him on the half-way fence which is not that high. Just only the hip length. He emitted a huge breath as he flinged his backpack carelessly to the side on the ground. "Why are you so nosy?" I shrugged. "You're my classmate and also my next-door neighbor. I care at least." He took a moment to reflect on what I've just said. "What do you mean you care?" he burst out suddenly. "Don't try to make me think that you're pitying my personality." I closed my two eyes instantly as I braced myself for the impact. But none was approaching. "What exactly are you doing?" he asked. I lifted my lashes with caution. A smirk started forming on his lips. "You've got a problem, you know," I muttered, adjusting my hair. He shook his head. "Wrong. I've got problems. And you're the biggest of them all," he backed up the statement with his all-known signature grin. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
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"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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