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The only wayWe can see people.The real them;Is when we spy on them.When they haveNo idea that we're looking.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Trekking back to the hostel, I opened the door and threw my bag on my bed. I went to use the washroom and back before I stood there, shocked as I looked out.I had forgotten to close the room door very well, so seeing three people staring at me was very weird. I quickly rushed to close the door and got my things out to take a quick shower.I wanted to take this opportunity to explore the schoo
I love this chapter. I smiled when writing it, so I'm entirely sure you will too.Go ahead and enjoy it! ;)Did I say it?I want to know him?Did I spell it?I want to know him?Did I write it?I want to know him?Did I read it out loud?I want to know him?He's not bad after all,Just too perfect for my liking.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please note: The word 'gbaament' is a Ghanaian word(from Ghana), which means 'a slip of the tongue,' 'the pronunciation of a word wrongly' or 'mixing words in a sentence - positioning the words wrongly.'Don't worry; you'll understand when you continue reading, but if any of my definitions are wrong, feel free to correct me!Assemblies;Great, interesting, boring?Library;Quiet, books, clumsy?Ocean;Blue, salty, drown?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rushing out of the ICT classroom, we all trekked to the hall. According to the sc
I want to know something about him.I want to knowwhy the smile is fake.I want to know why he stares a lot.It just triggers me,I want to know.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Starting to feel bored and a little drained, I sauntered to the door to open it to face the same blue eyes and crooked nose. "Excuse me," the voice blurted out.
First day of school,People.First day of school,Appearance.First day of school,Crowd.First day of school,Him.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The alarm from my phone vibrated through the cold room. I raised the blanket to cover my body from the cold as I dug my head into it too to stop the sound from blasting into my ears.Falling back asleep, it rang again. With my eyes closed, I stretched my hands out to find the stupid phone. When the sound ached my ears still, I finally opened my eyes
The artists -Pencils, paints, shades.Splattered on Papers, boards, sheets.His eyes -Big, rare, inscrutable.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Strolling straight to the kitchen, I reached out for my phone from my back pocket as it beeped. I typed in my password to see who the message was from.Seeing Jessica's chat pop up, I chuckled to reply to her text.