After that “date” with Luke, we stopped by a fast-food restaurant and grabbed a bite there. He apologized, embarrassed that he brought me into a fast food restaurant on our first date. Well, it wasn’t his fault though. It was Nathan and Caleb who forced him to go here. Luke’s plan was originally to eat at a high-end restaurant.
“It’s fine, I really enjoyed today Luke,” I said, assuring him. Well, I really don’t mind it. It’s really fine for me. But Luke seems so affected by it as he felt a bit disappointed, saying that he could do better than this.
“Then how about you take me on another date? But during that time, that’s the date that I consider as our first.” I suggested, cheering him up. He brightened at this and nodded aggressively, “Yes. Thank you again, Snow.”
"How can you say so?" She asked, glancing at Emma who was now innocently playing games on her phone, she didn't hear us since she's too preoccupied. "Well, I saw him constantly glancing at her," I said and shrugged. When in fact, I always caught Leroy staring at Hannah. Hmm, this is just a small tease, and see what’s going to be Hannah’s reaction... "What!" She shouted and the people stared at us. We apologized to them before continuing our conversation. "What?" Emma was staring at us innocently once she noticed we were talking about something. Then I began laughing at the priceless look of Hannah, looking at Emma with a sad expression. "What's wrong with her?" Emma asked me, dumbfounded.
"Snow...." My mom said in a sing-song voice when I arrived at the kitchen to have breakfast after a few days. "Hmmm?" I replied sleepily then sat down beside Nathan. It was a Monday morning. I was half-asleep, my eyes half-closed. My hair was sticking in different directions. Scratching my head, I lean my head on my arm, yawning. "Guess what?" I heard my mom asking. I could see from my line of vision that mom has a big smile on her face, a sign that she'll tell me something important. "What?" I asked sleepily. "It's the Anastolgia High! The results arrived this morning." I was scratching my neck when it hit me. My eyes instantly opened and I jolted awake, almost falling
As usual, I find it cringy and I don't know if it is even possible, but my face flushed even more. I hate how he always manages to make me blush, even through a phone. My heart warmed and the butterflies in my stomach appeared. I open my mouth to say something, but I don't know what to say. I was speechless. Then I heard laughter from the other line. Luke's laugh was so infectious that I also laughed. "Did you see what I did there?" He said in between laughter. "Yeah yeah. It's sweet." I said. Not wanting to be defeated, I formed a plan in my mind and said, "But that won't change me, not approving to be your girlfriend." His laughter died down. "Why do you always say that? Did you know t
“Oh Eion, thank you for taking care of my daughter. Come by to our house next time, Nathan has been looking for you, right Nate-nate?” “Yes, Eionyy! Let’s play again next time!” Exclaimed Nathan. Everyone was silent, and I could feel Emma’s hands on my arms, wanting to tease me now. “Oooh, you already came to Snow’s house?” Leroy asked his friend, his eyebrows raising playfully. Eion just shrugged, “Yes.” He then turned to my mom, “Anyways, it’s great to finally meet you, Ms. Waterstrings.” Leroy spoke up, strangely polite now, and introduced himself. “I’m Leroy by the way.” “Yes, thank you, Ms. Waterstrings, I’m Dax.” This time, it was D
In the movies, the main character will wake up early and stretch her arms wide. A big smile plastered on her fresh face while standing up to get ready. These are all expected when it's the first day of classes. But no, those things didn't happen to me. The moment my alarm rang, there wasn't a smile on my face, instead, I groaned irritatedly, not wanting to be pulled from my dreams. My face wasn't absolutely fresh with my saliva smeared in a corner of my mouth. Grrr! Five more minutes. I pulled the blanket closer towards me, trying to block out the harsh sunlight coming from my window, before returning to the unicorn land. I don't know how many minutes passed when I said five more minutes. As my alarm got off
Judging from the bored look of my classmates, I could tell this period will be very exciting. Note the sarcasm. Just like every transferee does, she called me to introduce myself and I stood up nervously as this is what made me very anxious the entire time. I glanced at Emma, who was motioning me forward, encouraging me. I stood on the platform that was placed in front so that the teacher could see us all when she stood there. Mrs. Thompson fragilely nodded her head and took a deep breath. "Hi, I am Leizel Snow Waterstrings...16..and I uh…we just moved here in Springfield last month." I started. After saying things about me, Mrs. Thompson motioned for me to sit and started telling the Dos and don'ts and regulations of the school. I listened intently, I even took out my no
But no matter what I always stop myself, my eyes betray me as if they have lived on their own. The reason why I was glancing was that I was still confused and curious as to what happened that made him congratulate me that night at the restaurant. After that incident, I was rooted to my spot, unable to move. It was a miracle he hadn't glared at me that night, much more to congratulate me like we were friends. Has he changed? Has he eaten something or got sick that he suddenly got kind to me? Or maybe it was caused by his bipolar attitude again? Questions are all buzzing around my mind, not vanishing until it is answered. A part of me was telling me to stop acting like it was a big deal while a part of me wanted to know what happened. And the latter was large
Upon hearing this, my classmates did not make an effort to hide their protests and disappointed grumble. I didn't hide the frown on my face, clearly not liking the idea. From my previous school until now, I don't really like the moment the teacher chooses our partner. I consider these moments to be unlucky because I always end up with a person I don't really get along with. "Complain or fail." She yelled through the motion and everyone got quiet. "Good." Smiling, she took out a piece of paper from her envelope. In front of me, a girl with blonde hair raised her hand. "Um, Mrs. Johnson, can we please choose our own partners?" The class agreed to her, not backing down. Mrs. Johnson smiled in return, but I did not fail to notice the evil smile she sent to the girl before