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them together. As I sat lifelessly listening Mrs. Grace, I really doubted that wise word. My mind wandered aimlessly to him. That e

ment in my hand, I felt like a high school kid once again. I sensed someone near me and it literally quaked up

like a pebble, I failed to see that person. With a loud thud I fell. My assignment colored the courtyard white and my body with black bruise. I ind

see those pinkish lip quirking up. We found a bench nearby and sat down. It was bit of awkward

fun guy and was a vivid fan of tennis. "Do you know Maria Sharapova?" he asked me. I was about to answer his question when he interjected my about to an

was indeed wise beyond is 23 of age. Between our conversations he asked me about my interest and without an inch of hesitation I blabbered. "I love reading books and it just m

ou timely solace it won't give you the memories of being alive with people around." Life has always been a marathon to me. I have always kept ignoring thin

y happy. We started to hang out and discover each other. We shared that

feeling yet beautiful one. It is the oldest feeling in the world yet new to everyone. It is as fragile as tofu and requires relentless dedicatio

rtain, disturbing my tranquility. And I swear I felt really grumpy about it. The bright looking milky clouds got up fro

e and brushed my teeth. I took of my clothes and grabbed my towel and placed it on top of the sho

cascaded down my body and it felt refreshing. I applied my darling lavender

Once I dried myself, I held my hair into a turban style with the towel. Walking

sleeveless baby pink crop top and grabbed my black converse. I gently

it had really pissed me off in various occasion. Luckily the internet was goo

e Mr. Ethan Dawson?" I asked laughingly. "You dear girl is totally screwed when you reach here and yes he is good and working as usual, " my mom repl