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A STORY
By Hanna Hanfiah

‘Right, I can do this. I WILL do this,’ I thought to myself.
But when I saw him stare into my eyes, I lost count and myself on the train of thoughts that was passing through my head.

Why does he have to be incredibly perfect? People like this ought to be banned in an instance, but then I wouldn’t get to see him. You know what, delete that thought. It scares me.

Okay, so I’m a 13 year old girl, who apparently appears to have it all but is the total opposite. Everyone thinks I’m perfect, that my life is perfect, and that my future will be perfect. It was always this and that. I was never allowed to be out of the IN, never allowed to be me.

You see, I’m only 13. But I’m someone with a name. If you hear it, people pause, stop and admire. I get it all the time, and I guess I’m used to it. I do love it, don’t get me wrong. I’m not some useless person who doesn’t. This makes me look spoilt most of the time, and well. That’s true. Insanely though, I don’t love myself for it.

As I stare into his eyes though, all my trouble floats away and I’m drifting up and up and up. He’s talking with his friends at the moment, but it doesn’t take long for him to keep looking this way.

I turn my head around and start talking with my friends. Absently trying to pay attention but that’s impossible especially when he’s walking this way.

Labels: drabble. ideas, slice-of-life

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