Novel & Cerita Raph

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" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

A permanent scowl plastered on his features, which I've grown habitual to. Honestly, I am so used to it that I feel something is wrong with him if I don't see him with it. Here I was hoping he would be late today, but instead he was earlier than other days. Unconsciously, my orbs roam over his features. His raven dark hair was fringed up in perfection, not even a single strain falling out of the place. His pair of thick dark eyebrows and his distinctive light blue orbs with greyish tinge on the base right below the brows.