Chapter 11: Not A Teen.

The frustration over the group chat thing kept coming at me and I became so restless I couldn't study or workout.

So I went and looked out the window.

It's windy, and rainy and gloomy. I smiled.

I liked gloomy skies, whistling wind,and coffee by the window when it rains.

What am I getting so worked up for?

Why should I like a guy just because he was smart, wore glasses, was tall and played volleyball ?

Why should I be embarrassed I studied Mechanical Engineering and Not Computer Science?

And what if I'm not Good at programming at the moment ? I just gor started with CS afterall.

Sure my groupmates are nice.

But I shouldn't be so scared over the idea of losing them.

I don't have to impress them. ..only my teacher.

I am not a little girl or a teen anymore.

This is not a romantic story.

It'll be a war story. And I'm gonna FREAKING win this judgmental world!

I'm goin to Campus this Sunday. I'll finally see the people I think I like.

And I will fight them in CS and emerge victorious.

Or.....

People will laugh over these words later when I end up a failure!

Nevermind.

There's a pigeon/duck outside. Never seen a bird like that before!

It's beautiful...and funny looking.

I'll take a shower now and wash away excitment over the boys from my head as well.

I'm not a teen after all.