Narrative Essay

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Ever heard of the expression “love hurts”, it really does. What is love? To me Love is something you can’t live without it or with it. Love is something that gets you hyped up when you look at special someone, it’s something that makes butterflies fly in your stomach when you talk to talk to that special someone, it’s the last thing you think about before going to bed. Have I have been love? Of course I have.

It was a dark morning, so quiet you can hear pin drop, it was the first day of summer school. After leaving my house I had soon reached my school, as I stepped out of my dad’s car and see huge of pile of students outside the school, my dark silent morning wasn’t silent no more, due to loud chatter of the students. It was just another normalschool day for me or it was until I went to my class and saw a “sexy” girl that made me want to come to school every day despite the fact I had to wake up early or the long distance I had to travel to school or how boring the lesson was to boring, there was something about her that made me crazy, was it love? Not yet it wasn’t, I simply like her for her body and pleasure however this would change soon after.

After two days of summer school, on a bright sunny day, my new friend had started has started to interact with her, he would ask questions and she would answer and I would sometimes jump in and also start a conversation with her. I soon became a friend of her and got to know one another. Being the person I am, I would annoy the hell out, and if you are probably wondering why? This has been my way making friends, every person I annoy soon become my friend and guess what she would enjoy the annoyance, when I would stop talking, she would start and every time she would only say “so…” and I would love it. During the middle of summer school, on a warm breezy day, my friend asked her, “hey! wana go wonderland with this Saturday” as he said those words, they shook me, and made me nervous and for some reason made me envy...
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