It was the end of my first day of high school. I was enrolled into a co-Ed mission school of a certain Christian denomination. Forcefully if I may add. I had wanted to go to an all-girl high school of my choice. But my Asian parents got brainwashed by my evil aunties who claimed that I would become a lesbian if I attended an all-girls high school. It didn't help that I was shy and awkward around boys. Or so they think. It wasn't that I was shy around boys. I just have no interest in anything related to dating, relationships, shopping, make ups, the latest handbags, the trendiest shoes, the coolest hairstyles. I was an avid reader and rather immersed myself into a fictional world of crime fictions or creative, angsty proses. 

The only saving grace of attending this particular mission school was the uniform. Female student wore white button front short sleeved top and dark blue pleated shirt. As there were only 3 pleats in front, ironing my uniform won't be much of a hassle. The male student wore the same white top but paired with dark blue pants.

I was walking home after I alighted at the bustop earlier. I wore my long black hair in two pigtails. Tucked neatly behind my ears. But I was cursing myself in my head because apparently such hairstyle was not 'cool' enough for a high school student. I tightened my grasp of the handles to my not-so-cool backpack of a non-designer brand. Another internal rant was ongoing inside my head. They are all just high school students. Why the do they need a LV bag for? Plus that was the first time I heard of LV. Apparently it was an expensive brand and those who can afford it or was seen toting it around school, was 'cool' and should be basking in the admiration and adoration of their lesser peers. Well needless to say I didn't get that memo. 

As I was lost in my own head, trying to win a monologue against myself, I was unaware of my su