LOVE LETTER
Everyone had something magical happening in his or her life and I would assume this story as the one in my life-Angelina Watson. You might want to read through my lines very carefully because it could just happen to you too -maybe some other day…
So my story began like this…
The hallway was busy as it used to be with mass of people doing their own stuff. I stumbled my way as clumsy as I always did. I could hardly open my locker with piles of books in my hands. From the image reflected by the mirror, what you would see was a girl whose hair tied into a ponytail, with a pair of brown eyes and a pointed nose that held a thick- lens spectacle. Just a typical nerdy girl you would say, with books in my hands and not much friends but few of the same status quo, those who sat at the table a bit discreet from others in the cafeteria.
As my eyes scrolled down my locker to get my needs, I found something nearly hidden by the mass of books and other stuff in it-a letter. I was startled but engulfed with strong curiosity I kept scrutinizing the pink, scented letter. The writing was screwed but with somewhat effort looked nice and well-done. It said;
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So many questions lingered in my mind. Who could have sent me this letter? And was it a coincidence that it was probably the worst day in my life when getting scolded by Mrs. Anderson for my horrid marks in History? Frankly speaking, I was just a plain girl, not too smart and always stood unnoticed. This was beyond any predicaments or logical thinking and whoever did this might just wanted to mess with my life or make fun of it-as always.
I blinked out tears as I crumpled the letter in my fist and threw it on the floor. I felt so tired of being me! In my life, I would just be experiencing every single day with eyes watching me in prejudice and...