Daybook of our Misfits

DOUM6

I am now in 11th grade, taking STEM. I want to be a nurse so I could help the others.

I am relieved that Jace is taking HUMSS. Our paths will not cross again.

But, even though, we got different schedules, different teachers, and different building, he never failed to annoy me. He still kept pestering me.

One day, all of a sudden, he gave me a bouquet of flowers. I asked him why and what is this all about, he just answered me, "I need to spend my money, there's no space in my wallet anymore." I know he's just joking, but what a boastful young man.

It quite offended me.

I accepted the flowers, then I smashed it using my bare hands, right in front of him.

Oh, we got a crowd here.

Gasps filled the hallway. Many students witnessed that scene. There are whispers everywhere telling that I should have just gave to someone else or just simply didn't accept the flower, if I was just to smash it around.

"Okay. I guess you just hated me that much," his voice was a bit shaky.

"i***t. If you just gave me a good reason, I should have accepted it whole heatedly." I smashed the flowers at his chest.

He looked at me, straight in the eyes for a few seconds, then he turned his back and left.

I was looking at the broken flowers, laying in the cold cement.

Then rolled my eyes not knowing that there is a rose hanging in my clothes.

A very red rose.