"What is it you want again? After all those boring thoughts about love that you're having. Oh, please!"
Rolling my eyes, "Shut the hell up." I remarked, all the conversation – in my head.
I could not afford to speak out, lest, I get caught.
The senior boys in the corridor were too engrossed in a seemingly game that they were playing and they looked like they were enjoying it too.
Could not be us females.
All we did was to hate on one another and compete. The triple-D-Rangers were a good example.
Those brats.
Somehow, I missed it all. Our dumb and ignorant selves, eating each other's ears out by stepping on one another or some silly class misunderstandings.
There was fun in the littlest of things and they always matter too.
"Is there a way to go in through the door without going through the door?" I questioned.
