Call Lean!

I sat alone in my comfy chair, thinking of how awkward and stupid my week was. Aside from having that almost-perfect quiz, the using of microscope, and some free food, this turned out to be my worst opening yet. I had some many problems. First, all the awkward moments. Second, some major issues in class I need not to state. Third, the humiliations I had. And so on.

I was still in my world when, out of nowhere, I saw her, a girl so pretty, a girl so lovely, a girl too perfect for an abominable guy like me (I think I exaggerated that adjective. Haha. Oh well.). I saw her sweet smile, her long auburn hair which I admire, and her staggering simplicity – the main thing I like of girls. But wait, I thought. I never saw her before! It was then that I woke up from a dream. The hell, she’s in first year high school! I was stunned for a moment there, shocked by Pikachu’s electric bolt. That face? I thought, that face is a high school freshman? What the hell is happening in this world!

Going back, I know she’s a complete stranger to me. I do not know how she acts – if she’s talkative or naïve or rowdy or what. I don’t know if she’s good and she’s a lady with a halo. I only know her first name. How? It’s on her nametag pinned on her necktie. (Clue: combine the two words in the title. :D)

Ohh well, she’s just another girl who’s way too impossible for me. And, I have had this feeling again before. I saw that beautiful girl, simple and kind. But, she’s too young for me. At least now, she’s a third year high school student. She’s more mature now (this is another one, in case you haven’t noticed) and she’s more beautiful now, this little lady dressed in blue.

I wished I’m a professional already.