Dear Raina…

I’d like you to read this following story. At the first, I thought it was real. Then my friend said it is dramatically fiction. However I still envy it. Guess why? Yes I never had that kind of story when I was in at school. I was just a plain person. They notice me as normal student. Never break rules or even show a brilliant achievement. I always say to myself. I could do better thing. I could make a great history, make them feel awesome and the best thing is they would never forget me because I was so special in their eyes. Hehehe…you can call me freak, rain.

Uuppss…almost forgot, here ‘s the story . Take your time to read it.

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Once again, all those words are fiction.

But I do, I do envy it.

As I have told you I am a plain student. All teachers never got angry to me. But they never gave me compliment. No wonder, when I came back to school, some of them almost forgot me. I know it sound pathetic.

How’s your high school life? You have written in your blog that you have fought with another student (correct me I f I am wrong). One thing is added to my list. I never fought. Hihihi.

I realize that I was such a person who tried to avoid a conflict. Few years later, I know the reason why. Deep down inside my mind and heart I wanted everything was in the right place. My ears were too sensitive for all high tones. My eyes were not allowed to see all shouting matches. Every cell in my brain said no to a mess. Ask me why?

The only answer is my family. It was really strict. There were a lot of things that I couldn’t do. They kept giving me warning if I was in wrong track. I couldn’t blame my D or M for all those things above that I missed. They wanted me to be a good girl that never made a red or even black cross in their big name. They got it. There wasn’t any letter from school that reported about my bad attitude. He he…

I know that they did those entire thing because they didn’t want to see me fall in the place that they thought was a worse as hell. They tried to protect me with their own way. They love me.

I could not blame them for everything that I don’t have now. God still gives me time to scratch a lot of great thing in my own book.

*Lift my hands and pray

Fuh..it is nice to share this thought. Thanks for reading it.