“They are the boys who can make anything happen here in school, amyra”, said julie. Then who am i, the headmaster’s daughter i thought to myself. As i stared at the boys playing julie started to cry. It was a chalk and the boy thrown that chalk was staring at me rather than asking sorry to her. What an asshole he must be i thought to myself.
After school, that evening i saw him talking to julie. I asked what he said. “He didn’t mean to hurt my eyes” julie said. What is his name again i asked. Mihil a boy shouted behind us, he was standing there checking us.
Somehow at the end of the day i end up thinking about him.