First Love

First Love

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May mga bagay na kaibigan lang ang meron ka. Bakit kaibigan ang Turing niya sa akin? Dahil hindi ako maganda? O mabigat ang loob niya sa akin? Ganun ba talaga? Ako si Sandra Nyla Padilla, isang Caviteña, Isang highschool students. May mga araw na gusto kong mag pakamatay at sumukompero wait for someone. May mga kaibigan ako na sila Jeremiah, Danica, Pauline, Paulina, at Sage. Dahil sa kanila feeling ko freedom lang ang meron ako. Nung dumating siya sa buhay ko nag bago ang lahat. I fall in love with my schoolmate. Pero may mas mahal siya at hindi niya kayang kalimutan ito. Sabi nga nila ang first love first love. Paano kaya niya makakalimutan ang taong gusto na siyang kalimutan? Did he already wants to forget about his past? O mananatili siyang nasa nakaraan?
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In the fall after her high school graduation, Danielle Davis has been spending her days lying alone in her shared New York City apartment. Attempting to fill the ticking time, she fills her moments painting empty canvases and ignoring her roommate as much as she possibly can without her actually noticing. But she can only go so long without seeing her, and at their once a month lunch date her roommate brings along a guest. Maren. Excerpt: She was paler than I first remember her, wearing clothes three times larger than her own frame, little effort put into her outfit compared to the first time I met her. She looked confused too for a second, and then she leaned down to pull her sandals off, making herself comfortable in someone else's home. Maren didn't seem like the kind of girl to spontaneously show up at someone's house, maybe I had misjudged her. "Beth's not here." My face remained blank while we made eye contact, she stood up, her natural height just a little taller than my own. Her gaze settled on me, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Head to toe, and back again her eyes flickered. She didn't answer my statement. "I didn't think you'd be here." "I live here." I deadpan, she's leaning against the door now, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "I know." *** This is my NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) project for this year! This is a raw, unfinished first draft of a story I've cooked up to keep me warm in the winter. Don't be surprised if there's incomplete sentences, memory problems, and forgotten moments. Writing a first draft is about getting the words on the paper and moving on. Editing will begin after I've finished the novel. Hmu writing buddies. ;)

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