and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional mann

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ne week. Not a day goes by that Grace doesn't carve

time at work, plus a pile of assignments. It

at you have a goal in life. And now, school days again. Sometimes, it seems like I

the classroom. I just greeted her with good morning even though there was nothing good because her face immediately appeared. We are no longer moving around the floor. We stick to a

saying. Don't worry, daii. He's so handsome," she smil

d school. Will I still have a love life? Maybe I'll die sooner than

love they say,

un, but eventual

t I could not continue because our adviser had already entered. She's smiling like a dog and I don't know

t there will be a handsome in this section.” We all oww because of what it said. Ma'am's harsh.

side, Mr

eemed to cool down

no

s just a

transfe

a public

cringed at the thought that went through my mind. I didn’t realize that tears were s

atisfied eyes have now become cold. He had no reaction when he saw me. Why is that? It still hurts even a few years ago. “Are you okay? Mia?” Worried Grace promised again. I smiled at her, not knowing if she saw that my smile was fake. I just hope she doesn't notice. Knowing Grace, she won’

hould not be affected. That was a long time ago, and he must have been the one affected and not me! I washed my fac

m the pocket of my bag and also simply put it on my face.

st nodded to her and then turned my attentio

o see. It looks serious upfront. I just ignored Grace's smiling like a dog. I don’t know how I can prevent her from intr

in my chair. Likewise, she was in a hurry because of Mr Fajardo. Not only

t I didn't know where that Fajardo wa

n and then pulled me towards Fajardo

pily. One just looked at him

, MJ for short,” she said ag

u can’t see any emotion on his face. That's him. Confirm. I tried to smile, even though I looked plastic in his eyes. I held out my hand to shake hands, and also as a courtesy because he was