Twelve Balloons

Twelve Balloons

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The Twelve Balloons Thank you for the giving me the chance to love you again... I will always love you... Even until the end of the world and your light fades just like the death of a star. Forever may not exist between the two of us but our love for each other and our memories with each other will last for a lifetime. Chapter 1 Hi! I'm Sean Skyler Salazar. (Please don't make an acronym out of that) 17 years old, son of the COO of DEPB Clothing Company and the stockholder of Riley International University, the university where I study. I'm a part time model, Math and Science club president and our university's middle school basketball captain. I may be a consistent honor student but I really hate the subjects Filipino and TLE. Why? One of the reason is that, I placed three cups of iodized salt in the cake that we were baking instead of putting confectionery sugar. Also, my grades in those subjects are the reason why I became first honorable mention and not the Valedictorian of our batch when I was in elementary and up to now I'm suffering from that. Moving on, I love to dance, but I've never shown my skills in that, maybe I still have a stage fright. When I was in kindergarten, I forced myself to recite the poem, “You're all bright and beautiful” in front of our entire school but I fainted just before reciting the first line. If you're wondering about my looks, I'm 5'8 in height, my eyes are of almond shape and they are of color brown. My teeth was like of a vampire so when I was in third grade, they made me wear these braces, which I want to remove now because it's affecting the way I utter words. I also have a straight hair that still goes back to it's morning look even if I brush it. To summarize it, I'm tall and handsome but not dark, I'm like the boy-next-door. Speaking of the word ”next-door”, I have this girl neighbor that I really like, she's pretty, bubbly, and kind... And also a cute crybaby.
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Camila: I am so done with gorgeous men, I fell for one a long time ago and paid with my heart. I thought he loved me until I figured he couldn't stand my body and I was just a free place to live. I don't have time for games, I need to stay focused. Dante: I come from a family of means, but, I am just a regular man, I work 9 to 5. I actually enjoy working with all the "little people" I feel respected with them. I have recently woken up from a long sleep, I didn't even know a person could break your control the way she did it to me. She refuses to take my shit, and I love her all the more for it. -and when I inhaled again, I could smell HER, fuck, something citrusy and sweet. Delicious, I wondered if her lips would taste as good as she smelled. Her full peach colored lips beckoned me for a sampling. My mouth began to water. I looked back up to her eyes and time seemed to stand still, holy shit! That actually happens?! and as I gazed into her eyes, I felt something shift, I felt like my soul was on full display for her to unravel. And in her eyes, I saw a story, a story I very much would like to know about. Her eyes were like dark pools of chocolate coaxing me to take a dive. And I very much wanted to take the plunge and drown in them. She started to lean closer to me but stopped when I opened my stupid mouth said the last thought I'd had, "Impressive, did your man teach you how to work on his car?" Obviously, it was not what she waited for me to say at that moment and whatever connection had began was just as quickly DISconnected , because she gave me, what I'm assuming was supposed to be a death glare, but really she just managed to look cute with her little nose scrunched up. "Ex-cuse me!?" she almost yelled, she looked hurt. Oh damn, "What?" Shit, I had been drooling so much over her scent that my mouth didn't process the words through my brain before releasing.

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