High School

The environment and nature is different. It was back to my high school during my junior year. And there she was, in a class that I used to be. I was in the other class in a same block of four classes. Just before a class begins, I was there looking at her from the glass windows. As the class started, I can’t wait to end the class and meet her. Eventually the lessons finish and I tried to catch her but she wasn’t at her desk, leaving a bag and books. She wrote a name on her bag and the name is not mine.


~ by chephren on November 2, 2009.

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