My very Own Angel

My heart is beating so fast, I can't explain this feeling.

Goodness gracious

God is really good

Standing in front of my very eyes is the angel of my dreams

that super duper good looking guy who almost kill me

(well hahahaha how could it be his fault, my life us his)

(Say Andrea behave yourself, your mom will really kill you if she saw these thoughts of yours)

So his name is Ethan

Ethan...

Ethan....

Ethan...

It keeps on repeating in my mind.

What a beautiful name.

and wait.. his the student council president???

so his like my SENIOR

SENIOR??

SENIOR!!!!!!

We're not classmates....

(sad: wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Ethan raise his left hand and everybody literally..everybody was quiet.

wow. commander?

"Freshmen, my fellow students welcome to this university. I hope you enjoy your four years stay in this university and create awesome memories with your professors,classmates and friends. In behalf of the entire student council, I welcome you all. Happy first day Elites!! "

Those eyes..those alluring eyes that struck and embedded in the deepest of my soul. I will never forget those eyes... I felt magic ang magic and magic.

That deep and sophisticated voice I wish I am the one standing beside him on stage.

I was so engrossed in my imagunation when suddenly I feel something wet

Did I pee?

(plock)

Wait no wait my dream... wait

"Oh s***, this pigtail girl ruining my dream "

"I'm sorry I accidentally spilled my water. Let me get my tissue. I didn't mean to spill it on you dress. I'm sorry. sorry. sorry"

"Fine fine how many sorry will you say. No need it's just water (deep inside-I don't care about the water GIVE ME BACK MY DREAM!!!) I'll change later"

"Are you sure? "asked the pig tail girl.

"Yeah"

End of conversation. Hahahahhahahaha. That's how I end this talk with the pig tail girl. (I'm still brewing inside for her disrupting my dream)

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After Ethan's speech, the auditorium erupted. Can't help with that .

(You can never imagine that this school is compose of geniuses by seeing these reactions hays)

Just like how we first met his deep voice that angelic smirk at the end of the speech.

He is really an angel sent to us by God.

My very own angel.

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love can be sweet

love can be a heaven

but not all love ends with a happiky ever after

some ends without goodbyes and broken promises