It was a saturday and I had just finished preparing pancakes, sprinkled some syrup, whipped cream, strawberries and cherries on the pancakes, my mum died when I was nine and Angelo's mum had made me her little responsibility.....
She owned a little restaurant in Norway were she made and sold the best noodles and pastries, she taught me how to prepare and serve a meal...
I took a picture of the sumptuous looking pancakes with a glass of orange juice and sent it to her....
"Ohh my pumpkin is all grown up, look Angelo, it's even better than mine, I'm so proud of you", mummm, I'm eighteen, I laughed.....
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Finally, I breathed.., just finished cleaning the house, I took my bath and went for a stroll...
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The weekend was finally over, I hated myself for having social anxiety, didn't look forward towards going to school..
I walked into the class and there he was again, reading a book, I scanned through the covers of his book...
Oh my, it was The Luthers newest edition, my favorite authors...
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"Hello Fiona", Bridgette smiled and waved, Hii, she asked me a few questions and we had a little conversation, I realized we had a lot in common except she had a bigger circle of friends....
The Mysterious boy, suddenly stepped out of the class and all the girls gasped
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"He's so handsome"
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"And so smart"
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"I wish he would just notice me"
They watched him with dreamy eyes, I turned to see that Bridgette was an exception...
"Such nonentities", she hissed
Who was that and why'd you hate him?
"That's Kevin Cornell", she replied and "I don't hate him, I just dislike him and besides what's so special about him"...
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After class, people seem to talk about Kevin when he's not around
"He's the best student in the whole of U.R Academy, his results were a definition of top notch and he gave his teachers a reason to study wide, not just his results, he was a reserved, handsome, outstanding student, a star.....
They said he had a flaw and that was communication, some people believed he was dumb and some said they were not up to his standards so he doesn't bother communicating with anyone in the class, asides reading books....
This matched my personality outrightly when I was in Norway...
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I was feasting on some spaghetti and meatballs when a text came again from my mysterious friend...
Unknown:Hey.
Fiona:Hello, how're you doing?
Unknown: Good and I suppose you're doing well
Fiona: Yes I am good, thank you, So umm, do you know who you're chatting with
Unknown: Yeah, you're the reader....
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