Title:      The Story of an Untold Story

Genre:  School Life, Romance, Comedy

 “Yep, I’ll be there in.. half an hour, hopefully ten.”

“Got it.” I hang up the line and put my phone beside me.

I’m sitting on the floor, in front of an opened massive luggage and an empty closet. The queen-sized bed are now uncovered with only a comforted folded up on the top of it, funny how it looks just like whipped cream you put on the top of a white bread. I sighing, then continue folding my winter coat which I left since it was summer when we moved out to our new apartement and now we’re in the middle of November so of course, I need those thick and warm coats.

My Mom will turn this room into my brother’s room since he is now entering High School and begging like a brat to have my room. He said it’s because it is bigger than his room. But, I start to think that he also has another reason since it has this huge window straight to our back lawn. Hmm.. I smell nostalgia.

I glance at the full suitcase then at the empty closet. Finished, all packed. I’m standing up and do a double check inside my closet. I open all the drawers. At the last drawer, I find a pile of my old cami and four old, worn-out journals that has various sticker all over its cover. I chuckle at the memory that coming like a colony of bees attacking my head.

It’s my highschool diary. I have a series of them since a psychiatrist told me to do it after I’ve done my sessions with him. He said I’m not a very outspoken kid to begin with, so he adviced me to write my thougts on it to released it. He also said it’s good for distracting my mind from the past and makes me more focus on what I have ahead. I did it, and I guess it worked on me.

High School: Vol 1

The book has a plain dark blue cover whiches my favorite color at the time. But as the time goes by that year, I kind of destroyed it with some Hamtaro stickers. The other three are all have the same book but different decoration ornaments. The second book is more livelier, the third book is kind of pop pink with girly flowers everywhere, and the last book looks minimalist and have the neatest look among it all. These books are important to me. It's all about me, my stories which I keep it to myself for more than four years in words. This is a co

“Let’s take a rewind for a minute..” I murmur to myself.

And so, let the story begins...