or when there's a flash of light.
i didn't like him, that much i was sure of. my only question settled in the gray are of whether or not some stupid guy liked me. of course, that is the age-old question of every individual who's been interested in a boy, or not interested, in my case.
perhaps my argument would have been better suited if i didn't feel a bit happy after talking to him in spanish class. my excuse is that by seventh period math, i am dead, that it has nothing to do with listening to my friend drone on and on about baseball.
no matter said complications, math still sucked.
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غير روائيthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
