Let me just start off by saying, I'm a hypochondriac There is and always will be something wrong with me, wether you like it or not, that is how I am. Other than that major flaw, I am your normal teen. I fall "in love", fight with my parents, pretend like I hate the world, although I secretly love it, cry over the stupidest things and have those group of friends whom I trust more than anything. At this moment I'm having a problem finding out who I really am. Usually I never have this problem, but once in a blue moon everyone does. Right? It seems to make its way back when I question my emotions, which is sadly often. Emotion is a strong word if you actually think about it. It's like an person who is not capable of commitment. Once it feels to comfortable, it leaves you at your highest moment, leaving you with a new "emotion" which to me always seems to make me feel like crap. Well, that's how I feel right now, like a piece of useless crap. And if you are willing to, I would like to invite you into my life journey one chapter at a time.
β’ Devil born to be evil could only be healed by an angel, his angelβ’
She was an introverted, reserved girl. Pushing herself to high school with never got noticed by the crowd. It never seemed difficult. Neither was she a scholar nor was she in the category of bad ones. Obeying rules came easily. Learning new things never bothered her. She got decent grades in her studies but never bothered to participate in any other activities.
He was fond of anything that had no concern with studies. He hated books, from football to boxing even excelling in dancing. He was excellent in everything, not even liking studies yet he managed to be the topper of the school.
They were two polar apart! She was the definition of a good girl while he came under a bad one. She never got noticed, he could never be ignored. Kind was she! Rude was his nickname. Was any chance of these two colliding with one another? Pretty much yes! One competition, yes mere one competition and it changed their life.