Novel & Cerita Timidgirl

a soft voice greets behind the door. “Hey.” I greet back. “You must be Emily. I’m Ivory.” the little girl holds out her hand to greet me. “Nice meeting you, Ivory.” “This was my old room. Mom said that you will need a bigger room.” Ivory looks around. Clearly, she misses her room. I don’t respond to her question or announcement. Was it a question? Maybe she wants me to decline the room so she can have it back. “Don’t worry Ivory, I won’t be here long, soon you’ll have your room back.” She looks confused, her eyes pulled into a frown.

I quickly wiped my tears from the back of my hand and started reading the page. Dear diary. Today I met a girl I don't know her name but I named her "MYSTERIOUS DHAKAD GIRL" as I don't know her name and dhakad because she was beating the boys on the streets I don't know why but I felt a attraction towards her. Everyone was teasing me because of this but I refused. I really felt something and I just can't forget don't know why. She was damn beautiful and her voice was like someone pouring honey in ears.

I smiled back. "So we meet again"she said. I could hear her heart beat wildly and oddly enough, it drove me on edge. "I had a feeling we were gonna be seeing more often" I replied and she smiled. How does she always do that thing with her lips? "Hi" the girl seated beside her said, her hand extended across the table to me "I'm Ashley Peters, Alessia's friend" "Yeah, hi," I took her hand "it's nice to meet you" Shaking her hands, I could feel almost everything about her. She's a really timid person, a brainiac, a super nice and completely sweet person who has little confidence about herself.

Aimee POV "Are you sure this looks good?" I ask Stella, and she nods her head. I look at myself in the mirror, and I am honestly unsure about this skirt. I am going for an interview today, and I can't help but feel very anxious. I turn around, looking at my back reflected in the mirror, and I frown. I really don't think this looks good on me. This is not me. The skirt rests under my knees and has a slit right in the middle of the skirt in the back.

It was the kid who got thrown on our table the other day. "You know them?" asked the girl. Like Loki, this kid is quite famous. Her name is Bee, probably the prettiest girl around. And she is one of those girls who are obsessed with feminism. She hates men so much that she sends any guy partnered with her to the infirmary in seconds during our self-defense lessons.

the girl whispered to her, immediately her heart skipped as she stood up and adjusted herself before walking to the stage. Her hands were sweaty, and she could feel her heart racing. The judges were quite impressed with the girl. "What's your name beautiful?" The handsome man seated beside the stunning lady asked while smiling at her. "I... I'm..... My name is Laura" she stammered, Oh my gosh! What's wrong with me? I'm falling out of place! She complained inwardly. The stunning lady smiled seeing the girl was too nervous... "Oh my darling, you don't have to be shy. Just do your thing. Okay?" She assured.

Their colour kept changing from the normal blue to red and back. "Qiao Mo!" She felt unsafe when he blurted out her name. But how did he know Mr. Chin was there? Unless-no, it couldn't be. The thing following her couldn't possibly be him. But the fear she was feeling was the same. The fear of an unknown opponent. That suffocating fear of not knowing how strong or what tricks your opponent has up their sleeves. She trudged backwards. "What are you? "She asked. Her fingers froze from the anticipation.

Since he was blocking my way, I walked around him and went straight to my homeroom. I put on my earbuds as soon as I got there and sat down. What that guy said really annoyed me. I needed to calm my nerves so I played 'bird set free' by Sia. That song always had a soothing effect on me. As I listened, someone tapped my shoulder from the back. I turned to see a girl pointing forward. She was pointing at something or someone in front of me. She looked scared. I looked forward and was graced with the presence of the queen of the bitches who happened to be in front of my desk. No wonder that girl looked scared, they certainly fear this girl.

But even so, I beelined for the computers. As I reached one, someone slipped in front of me and sunk into the chair. “Move,” I said. A girl with a single braid and a stiff buttoned-up blouse looked at me with a sarcastic smile, “I was here first.” Eleonora. “And I don’t give a shit. Move,” I ordered. “You’re not my Beta yet,” she muttered, “You can wait in line. I’m sure Greggory will finish using the other computer soon.” I glanced over at ‘Greggory’. He was sitting so close to the screen his eyeballs nearly touched it, engrossed in Minecraft.

She was becoming uncomfortable and it was irritating. “You’re the girl,” she said. “Which girl?” “THE girl. The one that cracked the floor, confused the teacher, didn’t give a rank, and still walked out alive.” I paused. “…When you say it like that, it sounds worse.” “Was I meant to die…?” She grinned. “It sounds iconic.” “I’m sorry… who are you?” She placed a hand dramatically on her chest. “Oh my God, where are my manners? I’m Lila. Your new roommate.”