| Once there was a class, a very special class. Full of laughters and tears, they studied together year after year. the auyueng lesson, the brunton class; the mskwan tutorial had finally passed. But the torment continues, with worse nightmares, the storms behind is simply pain. A woman stepped into the class, and whispered "good morning". Silence fills the air, and no one dare, to speak but started hissing everywhere. Her dark long face, her stagnant eyes, with the braless top, the class stared, blankly, feeling extremely scared. Dreadful days dragged, two subjects split to six, phy-chem-by, plus Geo-History-EPA, the class sitting there stupidly, not knwoing what to say. From miss to mrs and mr, from nice to bad and mean, no matter what, just wishing the year would quickly pass by, and a new life would be seen. Thank you for those who are reading this, and if any of you feels the same, leave a comment, and i shall give you a little kiss 
a question to to all of you (please answer!!!): if who i am is what i have, and what i have is lost, then who am i? =P |
