Timidgirl Novelas e Histórias

”Are you rushing on the busway? The girl shook her head slowly. “Have you been waiting too long for a motorcycle taxi at Adam Malik?” Again, Gadis shook her head in response. “Geez, you're really weird. What's wrong?” asked Manda, sounding worried. Although the girl looked surly and unfriendly, she was basically like any other girl. She was timid and didn't dare to face things that were beyond her ability, especially dealing with strange men, which was also scary. “Later, when we get to my room, I'm really tired today.”

The quiet girl dressed in all black said, in a calm voice. “I’m Judy!” The girl who had been rocking back and forth on her feet said, with excitement. “I’m Paris.” The girl who I had perceived as not confident said in a low voice. “I’m Tenor.” Said the one in flashy clothes, with a bold smiled. “I’m Jenny.” The last girl, who looked really shy said. It turned out there was really no way of judging which of them gave me the awful feeling. I looked into their faces carefully, and some smiled back, while some looked like they were suddenly unsure if they had zipped their zippers.

I have nothing in common with a guy like that. We walk in front of Briar's house when another car pulls up with a couple more girls. I learn they live in the house with Briar and they seem nice enough. The smaller one, Izzy, is a little too chatty for my liking. She's got that kind of personality that I can't stand. I can't remember how people describe it... Oh yeah. Bubbly. I involuntarily shudder at the thought.

They just kept talking like I was not in the room, like I was invincible. "Excuse me please " I said as I quickly stood up, I slipped outside, desperate for air. It was so tense inside, so suffocating. “Don’t mind them.” I turned. A girl around my age stood leaning against the wall, arms folded loosely, a smile tugging at her lips. “They are always intense like that,” she said. “You’ll get used to it.” I blinked. “And you are?” “Raya.” Her grin widened. "Oh I'm Lila" I said pushing my hand forward

“It’s… it’s just… a lot.” Zoya leaned forward, eyes searching Timtim’s. “A lot how? You can tell me, you know that. I’ve always got your back.” Timtim’s fingers twisted in her notebook, pressing hard enough to leave indentations. “It’s… it’s Aariz,” she said, the name trembling on her lips. “He… he’s… I don’t know how to explain it. He scares me. And… I can’t… I just feel trapped when he’s around.”

Now this nerdy girl is showing her true colo " No, you shut up " Hey! Stop!" It was Zack, now standing between Patty and the nerdy girl, I don't know the name. " Ms. What you're thinking about Amira was wrong. We are friends so don't you ever judge her, just read your book!" I don't know who's Zack I'm seeing right no The nerdy girl seems to be embarrassed and grab her bag and out of the classroom How can she act like that in front of the teache

I tried peeking on the bathroom but no one is there. Walking back to the room, inspecting each part of his room. I can say, his room is as elegant as him, as manly as him, A mixture of black and gray color all over, a large couch, a fire place, television and Xbox? *raised eyebrow* A knock on the door makes my heart jump in it's cage. Exag? :3 I hesitantly walk over the door and open lightly, meeting a pair of green eyes, a small petite girl, I think she's around 15-16 years of age.

Girl: Hey are you okay? Skylar: Yeah I am. (I tried to hide the sadness in my voice). Girl: I am sorry if I seem nosey. Are you lying to me, just to get rid of me? I completely understand. I am a stranger and such things are not comfortable to share with. It is okay, no pressure. But if you feel like opening up, I am there. I am Lindiwe Sebego by the way, A guidance and counselor in training. What about you?

"I lack self-confidence. I don't know whether I shall ever get it. Perhaps it's better to be unsure of yourself as I am. But it's very tiring." Audry Hepburn. *Name - A word that describes your identity (Source Cassindra’s inner dictionary). But I think my dictionary is wrong or outdated because hearing a certain someone's name doesn't just describe his identity for me; it makes my heart gallop. That's the power Justin's name holds over me. My palms were sweating, and Isa didn't even say anything .After moments of stunned silence, Isa’s eyes searched our surroundings, which were filled by many teenagers.

But it seems now that she regrets refusing Danish's offer, at this time she is still sitting alone in class and does not dare to go to the parking lot to meet Herrin. Her guts were so small, she was so scared just to stare at Herrin's brown eyes. She sighed again, she can't be like this, it's time she stopped acting like a coward, she had to solve this problem, either with a happy ending or with a sad ending.