How am I supposed to answer? I can't just go and leave her on seen in real life.
I wanna go homeeeee.
"Dang, must have been hard. What do you even train?"
I did it? I did ittttt! I celebrated with myself.
I might've looked weird... oh wait, I'm celebrating inside my brain.
No one's gonna see it haha.
"I do gymnastics."
"Is that some sort of dancing?"
"No, not even close."
"Oh—oopsie." My smirk turned into a small awkward smile, as it always did.
"It's okay."
"Thanksss." I leaned in to hug her, resting my head on her shoulder.
I hate being touchy. She probably doesn't like touching me.
"No problem." She smiled.
She was soooo prettyyyyy. I wanna be like her. But alone with the sight of my thick brown hair, everyone would know it's impossible for me to be pretty like her.
Nothing against the gurlies with thick brown hair—it looks extremely good on them, but not on me.
"So, what do you wanna do today? Any plans?" Her voice was calm.
"Hmm, imma start a new book, hehehehe." I smirked as I stood straight. My giggles sounded evil—just like I wanted them to be.
She giggled.
Did I sound like I was joking?
"What book are you gonna start?"
"I didn't think about this part yet." I avoided her eye contact.
I mean, at least I'm planning to start a book. At least I have a plan.
"How many books are you reading right now?" She looked down at me.
I wanna be tall like her. Maybe I should steal her height—bwahahahaha.
"Seven novels andddd too many manhwas and mangas to count."
"What's manhwa?"
This question. This goddamn question. I hate this question the most.
"It's like manga, but manga is from Japan and manhwas are from Korea."
"Aha."
"Do you get it?"
"I think so."
"Good, good."
To be continued...