hm....i see one of my story up in here...lol (Like a Fragile Flower)...well here's another one of mine that i'm writting...
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CHAPTER 1
“Daddy!!!”
Looking up I spotted my daughter standing in front of me, her eyes all red from crying. Two of her tiny hands from a tight fist, while rubbing both of her tiny eyes. I smile as I pick her up.
“What’s wrong?”
“The boy I have a crush on, called me ugly!’ my daughter begins to sniffs her cries. “ He told me that I was ugly as a pig!”
“There, there.” I tried to smooth her back, yet her obnoxious cries continue to thunder loudly through out the house.
“But daddy! He called me ugly!” she screeches, like her life was going to end at the very moment. Again I only smile and wipe her little tears that trickled down her rosy cheeks. “He calls you ugly cause he likes you.” I chuckle.
“Really?” she lifts her head up, her tiny almond shape eyes that I never get tried of, look up to me with wonders in them. I smile again and bobbed my head in an up and down motion. “But he said I’m ugly. And that he doesn’t like ugly girl?” my little princess continue, “When you and mommy met, did you call her ugly also?” I let out soft chuckles at my daughter silliness; “your mommy and I hated each other when we first met.”
She quickly sat up straight with interest, “really?”
I nodded, “yup.”
“but wasn’t it suppose to be like those princess story you always read to me…. like Cinderella, where Cinderella forgot her slipper and the Prince comes and find her, or like Sleepy Beauty, where an evil witch cast a spell on her to sleep forever and a Prince comes and kiss her then she wakes up and the get married, or like Snow White, wher-”
“Not exactly.” I interject, “it wasn’t like that.”
“What!?!?!” my daughter exclaimed, “daddy! What kind of Prince Charming are you?!?!?” she wave her little index finger in front of my face while squinting her eyes looking at me like I have say something wrong.
I gave out a laugh before proceeding, “one of a kind.”
“Chi, whatever.” she said giving me an attitude.
“Yah! Stop giving me the attitude, you look just like your mommy when she does it!”
My daughter suck out her tough and cross her arms over her chest, “so, what if I want to be just like mommy?”
“What!?!?! Mimi, you hurt daddy!” I said putting on a hurt face, “you’re supposed to say you want to be like your HOT, SEXY daddy…not like your mother, who’s stubborn and ignorant.”
My daughter laugh while covering her mouth tiny hand, “but daddy, you forgot that mommy smart too! And beside mommy said it’s not good to be Hot and Sexy, it makes you look dirty.” my daughter added.
My mouth drop open, “Mommy says that to you?”
My daughter bobbed her head up and down making her two curly pony-tails bounce up and down.
“Mommy lie, ok…being Hot and Sexy is everything!”
“But mommy said it’s a bad thing.”
I shook my head in disbelief, “it’s not a bad thing, it’s a good thing, mommy doesn’t know cause she always stuck her nose in books and never come out to play.”
“Really” my daughter asks curiously.
“Yup, and this is the story of how I met you mommy.”
FLASH BACK
“everyone.” the teacher shouted over the loud noisy student of room 49, where all the students were know to be mischief or in better words, “the worst class.” Yes they were labeled the “worst class” cause of their bad behavior. Every teacher that we sign to this class always ends up quitting by the end of the week. One time they even made a teacher so miserable that she ends up commenting suicide. Yes it was this bad.
“Everyone! Everyone!” again the teacher tries to get their attention, yet fail miserably. Her eyes scan the room. Some girl students at the front were putting on heavily make up, while in the back surrounded by a group of girls where a group of boys, consist of about 6 or 7, titling back their chair, their tie loosen, their white shirt un-tucked at the waist not wearing their blazers. Another group of boys and girls gather in a circle, betting on whom’s going to win this card game.
“Ahem! Students!” the teacher shouted beating her wooden stick hardly on the wooden desk making a loud snapping noise. Finally everyone stop what they were doing and forces their attentions toward the front.
“Students.” the teacher cleared her throat, “We have a new student here today, she just move her from Mn.” the teacher introduce the new girl to the class. Everyone in the class didn’t say anything but look borely to the teacher and the new student.
“Would you like to introduce your name?” the teacher question the new student, but she only shook her head, no. “well then, why don’t you take a seat.” the teacher suggested after she didn’t know what to say to the new girl. Without saying anything the new girl walk swiftly to an empty desk by the window. While walking along the way her heard other people gossip about her.
“Who do she think she is?!?!/”
“Wow! She’s cute!’”
“ewww…totally not cute!’
“What a loner.”
“She must be a hole, I mean look at her.”
“I’m wayyyy cuter then she’ll ever be!”
“Hey, let’s go get her number!”
Setting her things down on the table she ignore the gossip, as she turn her attention back to the front, where the teacher were trying to teach the lesson, yet no one seem to care and went back to do what they were doing early before the interruption. Finally the teacher gave up and went back to her desk disappointed.
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Taking her lunch tray she, walk to an empty seat next to the window that over look into the football field. Poking her spaghetti, she seems to lose her appetite that afternoon. When the door to the lunchroom suddenly burst open, the girl started murmur excitedly as a group of good-looking guys enter the lunchroom. Again their tie was loosen, going against school rules, their shirt weren’t tuck in at the waist, yet they have on their blue blazers. Both of their hands tucked into their blue pants pockets matching their blue blazers.
All the girls in the lunchroom started to squeal in excitement among themselves.
“OMG! They look so hot!”
“I would die if they ask me out!”
“just look at them…they are so dreamily!”
“OMG!!! He wink at me!!!”
* THE GUY P.O.V. *
Walking into the lunchroom, me and my group glance at the bunch of girls whose eyes glitter with delight. I smile one of my most famous smile and wink my left eyes at them, making some of them faint to the ground, while other just squeal of joy and continue to stare at us with big dreamy goggle-eyes. It was good to be the most popular also not to forget the most handsome/HOT guys at our school. Yes me and my bois are known to be the “5 Prince Charming” at our school. Every girls want to date us, every guys hated us, but who care…it’s not our problem that we were born to be pretty bois right?
“Hey Phong, there’s somebody sitting at our table.” one of my friend by the name of C.J. pointed out. My eyes glaze over to the table near the window, the table that no one dear to sit was known occupy by someone else.
“Hey, it’s that new student from this morning.” my other friend by the name of Mickey said, while I just nodded my head in respond, “whoa! She looks pretty damn cute! Let’s go get her number, but I call first!” Mickey added and was about to zoom off to her, but I quickly held onto the back of his blazers making him stop half way. “Aww…come on Phong, let go…I need to get her number before someone does.” he continue to whine trying to struggle out of my grip.
After he had given up, I finally let him loose. My other friends, Ricky, Shortly and Jess scold at him for being such childish and stupid.
“Come one guys, lets go get that person who’s sitting at our spot!” I recalled not taking my eyes off that person, I didn’t know why but I seem to have an interest in her. We all walk our way toward our table, but since Mickey was fast he sprint his way up there first, tapping onto the shoulder of the new girl. The new girl didn’t seem to be interested in what Mickey was going to say and decide to ignore him.
“Hey, new girl…what’s your name? My name is Mickey…. nice to met you.”
The new girl didn’t respond, but continuously poking her food passing to past the time. Hearing no respond from the new girl Mickey sat down beside her and lean both of his elbow onto the table supporting his weight.
“newwww girl!” he continuously bugging her, also not to mention poking her on the side of her arm.
“Mickey, you shoulder’s be doing that.” Shortly suggested while all of us nodded in silence, but since Mickey was born to be so stubborn he shook his head no, “not in till I get her number.’ he mouthed the words.
“Hey new girl!” again he started poking the helpless girl, I felt kind of sorry for her since Mickey can be just a pain in the @ss sometimes not to mention he could be annoying. I don’t know why he was my friend in the first place either. Then suddenly a loud bang was heard through out the lunch making everyone turn their glaze over to us. Nobody made a noise or even breath. No one move, it was all silence. Mickey quickly jump out of his seat and hide behind me looking like he was about to cry. All four of us didn’t seem to know what exactly happen just for the fact that the new girl slam her fork down onto the table.
She got up and grabs her tray like nothing was wrong and brush pass us making me catch a good glimpse her. She has an average Asian girl height that stands about 5’4 or 5’5. She had beautiful brown almond-shape eyes that were cover by her loose bangs. Next were those kissable pink lusciously lips of hers. She had half of her hair tie up into a ponytail, while the other half fell down onto her shoulder.
