Twa's my first day of school, and i was surprised seeing that the number of males in the section increased, from two to seven. Thinking of being out of place fades off in my mind. I really thought my first day would gonna be hard. Like getting along with your classmates again, to hope that someone would give a smile at you, even a fake one. But i guess this time I'm wrong, few minutes after i sat on a chair, there approaches a girl and sat beside me, her name is Joyce, she's not a timid-type girl, actually, my eyes couldn't fall asleep because of hear loud treble-like voice, she's happy to be with. She talks about non-sense things during the whole period, but it often makes me smile, she's good at me. Hmm... don't get me wrong, there's no love involved. And because nothing stays the same forever, i have to take the chance of being happy until it's gonna be late...
Sometimes, it's hard to make a smile when you really don't wanna make one, it's hard to fake the way you move, the way you act, to pretend and convinced yourself that you are already a part of the group where almost all of them belong.
Sometimes, it's hard to make a smile when you really don't wanna make one, it's hard to fake the way you move, the way you act, to pretend and convinced yourself that you are already a part of the group where almost all of them belong.
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