The shy boy..
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I saw him, standing alone in school corridor, looking at kids having fun..my heart fluttered. his eyes..those big brown eyes. And I saw him again, in my school bus..standing alone, looking out of window..and his big brown eyes...!!! I developed my secret crush on him...
My phone beeped on WeChat, weChat was chatting software for school kids, developed by seniors,
MysteryGuy : hi
AngelEyes : hey..
AngelEyes : wats your name? Are you a feshman or junior?
MysteryGuy : ummm...
AngelEyes : you need to think your name?
MysteryGuy : no I was thinkin if to tell
AngelEyes : decided then, we won't tell each other our names...and can talk freely here..!
MysteryGuy : deal..! I am a freshman.
Sophie developed her little crush over the guy in corridor...!
And here, she befriends a total stranger..who is a freshman just like her in her school
She totally dreams of a prince charming to woo her,, and tell the world that he loves her...
Her prince charming is here, but will he be expressive or mysterious or shy????
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