First day of school. I weren't excited because I am a Senior High and I need to be responsible for everything. I am afraid to go to school---it's just im not excited nor happy because this time! I choose the wrong path, the path that I will hate.
I have my childhood friend with me, and it's awkward because we don't grow together-- I mean we don't grow together as teenagers. But then, I use my social skill to have a little conversation to him.
The second day, I found a new friend. A person who I can really call a FRIEND. She wasn't nice as me she is rude as me and joke as me sometimes. We became friends because we hate the same people.
Time pass of being Senior High school. I noticed this man--- my classmate. He is tall, he have mustache and a nice smile. He always bring Apple for recess. I can say to myself and by the judgement of my eyes---he is handsome.
His name is Mico, he is smart. He had this innocent look on his face, he had also a nice eyes who smile whenever he smiles--you know that?
He seems to be a nice person.
One day, my friends tease me to confess to him. Well it seems nothing to me, I've done this before, confessing. BUT! Everytime I tried to confess if I'm not rejected---people saw me as joking. Well--I can say that sometimes I made a joke confession.
I didn't make too much effort to confess to him. I just say that I like him. And he gave me smile that made me hope.
One time, we have a class that we need to write something on the 1/4 sheet of paper, if it wasn't confession then we musf write how we think about our classmates.
I wrote something horrible about him. Worse! Everyone knew that it's HIM I was talking about. Yeah my teacher is badass he read my letter to the whole class. I don't get embarassed but feel like I've done very wrong to my entire life.