I'm gonna talk about someone in this post. I am not that sure even if you are my close friend, you get to know this person. She is, unpredictably, one of the person I could look up.
Call her... okay, whatever.
She is my schoolmate. I can count how many times I talked to her, since we don't even know each other as well. These 3 years, many things happened to us, and formed our label as known as what people said. I mean... we don't really know each other but by people talking, it's like; oh well, I know who you are.
She is, oh may I called such an anti-social person? Okay, this way. She's got only a couple of friends in her class, for years, and I never saw her in such school programs which are meant a lot for other students together. But she did it, that way she goes, she survived. I, secretly, admired her somehow. She is... independent. As a woman, she gets all the things she wants.
I heard, something happened to her. I don't know exact what was that but, the impact is I saw her really being alone in our last school days. I ever asked once to my friends, where is her 'sparkle' friends, anyway? Do they take her for granted and leave? Oh well, it was none of my business somehow, I don't mind at all. But, again, one thing happened and... I couldn't see her that time.
And tonight, she talked to me. It was, surprisingly, not as usual. I mean, where is your squad? She asked me some little things we used to ask to our bestfriends. So then, I answer her as a bestfriend does. Never mind, that was I said when she told a thank dear to me. And I know directly, she is just fine.
Once, I ever hear she talked like this,
Thank you, Ms. Independent. I survived because you did it first.
High School is... terribly fun!
Call her... okay, whatever.
She is my schoolmate. I can count how many times I talked to her, since we don't even know each other as well. These 3 years, many things happened to us, and formed our label as known as what people said. I mean... we don't really know each other but by people talking, it's like; oh well, I know who you are.
She is, oh may I called such an anti-social person? Okay, this way. She's got only a couple of friends in her class, for years, and I never saw her in such school programs which are meant a lot for other students together. But she did it, that way she goes, she survived. I, secretly, admired her somehow. She is... independent. As a woman, she gets all the things she wants.
I heard, something happened to her. I don't know exact what was that but, the impact is I saw her really being alone in our last school days. I ever asked once to my friends, where is her 'sparkle' friends, anyway? Do they take her for granted and leave? Oh well, it was none of my business somehow, I don't mind at all. But, again, one thing happened and... I couldn't see her that time.
And tonight, she talked to me. It was, surprisingly, not as usual. I mean, where is your squad? She asked me some little things we used to ask to our bestfriends. So then, I answer her as a bestfriend does. Never mind, that was I said when she told a thank dear to me. And I know directly, she is just fine.
Once, I ever hear she talked like this,
"Woman could be all strong, dear. You are the only one who has to drive your own steer, not your boy or even your man. Okay, I mean, we still need them... a little!"
Thank you, Ms. Independent. I survived because you did it first.
High School is... terribly fun!
