Send To L at Nov 19, 2010 18:27 :

Hi!

From L at Nov 19, 2010 18:28 :

Hu u?

Send To L at Nov 19, 2010 18:28 :

Guess who.

From L at Nov 19, 2010 18:29 :

Prince charming?

Send To L at Nov 19, 2010 18:30 :

Of course!

"Well, that's not how everything really started, but it's a part of it." I winked at my daughter, Linette, as I fixed her bed sheets for the night.

"Aww, c'mon, Ma! Tell me the whole romantic-introductory part!" She said playfully. She maybe is young as a second grader at her age, but I can definitely say that she's quite persistent.

"Dear, you have to sleep early. And when I say early, I mean't early." I said in my almost-angry-still-sweet tone as she pouted at me. I laughed at her, "C'mon now, don't be such a hardy like your Dada." I smiled as I eyed her father who's currently watching us beside the opened door.

"And how did I get to be the hardy?" He snobbed. And of course, with that, we all three laughed. "Okay now, baby, get to sleep." He walked to us and kissed her forehead. "Good night, baby." He smiled.

"Good night, Dada." She said and yawned.

I'm so much blessed to have all of this. And I really thank God for it. And of course, I won't be having all of this without my loving husband. It's all because of him.

It's all because of him...

"Yes, Ma'am. It itched me so much." I lied. How did I get here, again? Oh, right, I wanted to get away from the fudging-fudge cheerers' squad. All my life here as a High School, and I don't know why, I've been always, always, always participating in our Intramurals as a cheerer. Not that I can help it, but I'm such a loser at sports. I'm a quiter of it, darling, and believe me... Really, you wouldn't want to see me participate in any sports in the school.

"Let me see?" Our dearest teacher-committee said, obviously, doubting me.

Of course, I wouldn't want myself be punished by lying and everything so obviously, I had the plan. I am recently suffering a what I called pimpbacks. I once told my friends about my pimpbacks and they laughed at my term. What about it? Gosh, haven't they realized it yet? I'm a descendant of Einstein, and I invent words like crazy.

"Oh, dear, your back looks terrible!" The teacher said. Now she's talking.

"Yes, ma'am. And like I said, it's very really itchy." I said. Its true though, pimples on my back really is itchy, but not that much. "Especially when I sweat and everything." I added.

The teacher looked at me and sighed. "Okay, what's your team color again?"

I smiled. "Blue."

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.

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I ran to my friends as I danced my very own crazy dance steps. "I won't be cheering anymore! WOHOOO!"

They all laughed. "You know what? My mom once told me that liars go to hell." One of my friends, Danica, said.

I rolled my eyes at her, "Speak for yourself, darling." And we laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

"So.. where do we go now?" I asked with my mighty gleaming eyes of excitement. I can't help it! C'mon, this is the very first time that I won't be doing anything for our intrams. The past three high school years were like hell when intrams comes. Well, of course, exams are another story of hell-time.

"Library. Sweating might hurt you, y'know." Sarah laughed.

I just rolled my eyes at her and laughed. "Yeah, right."

We went to the library to get freshen up. Oooh, warm air get away, cold air come.

"I guess this will help me get better of pimpsback." I giggled. We went to a table with five vacant chairs and started getting pocketbooks on the left shelves. This will definitely make my day. I am so fond of reading books, not schoolbooks though - I despise them. Whole set of Nicholas Sparks' books will be a start of my collections, you add the Twilight Saga and some other books. At the time though, Eat Pray Love caught my attention. Amazingly, I find it interesting, considering my lack of interest in books written with so much descriptions.

"Hey!" a girly voice tapped my attention. Its Chelle. We're not that close, but we're friends. We get along well when it comes to animes and studies. A smart one and is vertically challenged will be the one that'll describe her. She's very friendly and so sweet.

I smiled at her. "Yo! How're you doing?" I asked as a kind praise when I talk to someone.

"Good." She smiled. "How about you and Andes?" She eyed me.

I laughed. Andes is my first year crush and believe it or not, his chubbiness just won't live my fantasies. I still like him now that I'm a fourth year student.

"We're good. We got to a hotel last night." I said as I winked.

She laughed at me. "How was it? Was he go-"

Before she even finished the sentence this certain someone interrupted our conversations.

And there he is with his boyish grin, bulging blackish eyes with eye-bugs, and a white shirt.

Oh, and no, he is definitely not Andes. He's Kel.