Miss Writer

I thought about it. Being a writer.

Being a writer is never been a simple job. Never do a tough job.

Just it is like.. when you love something, you will to do it although sometimes it may be so hard to bear with all the critism and sarcasm. And today, I want to write about a girl.

A girl.

She stands and walks. The others talking to each other, about what else happening within their lunch hour. She then passing through crowd as nothing happens. The crowd give her space to walk and continue their activities. She acts like nothing but actually she's something.

This is the beginning for the story of the girl and boys. 

She reads and writes. Doing good by herself. Then, sometimes talking to friends, discussing what should be done by this Monday. Probably assignments..

She studies but not too hardworking. She's rather lazy too. But she's gifted.

Success without effort? There's nothing like that tho.

She does strive hard for her family but yeah, she's student too. Sometimes too lazy too handle those assignments.

She's bonded to her family.

She + family=1

No one else as important as her parent. She may cried a lot when her parent got hurt even it's internally.

But..

What is it matters to her with those boys. Starting with a boy with hopes.

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She loves him too much that it hurts. And now she did not believe guys through their eyes and smiles. It's all lies. Their smile are lies. Their stares are lies. Their action are lies. Their words are lies.

She barely loves someone too much. Cry a lot like a stupido.

And she has a crush over a 'good' guy. Because she just a girl with soft heart. Willing to fall easily.

She used to not smile. She used to be so cold. And she want to be herself before. But she likes to smile now. She not getting on why herself being happy but she's confusing herself.

She's a girl with broken heart.

And the guy. Pouring hopes and words to sooth her but he never know. Her heart hurt.

And she doesn't herself to make herself a fool. Being played like this over times.