High School.

The epitome of gaining friends who can unfortunately put up your disgusting and weird self. There was as well as that annoying occasional bumps with that typical satanic motherer who always seems to love having a stick shoved up their - or a.k.a the Queen Umpa lumpa .

It is also a time for putting useless stress on students- as teachers have been stuck in what seems like centuries, in this belief that our future heavily depends on the final marks that are printed on a ing piece of paper (In the end, no one really knows where the hell that piece of paper ends up). I mean  like, come on, we live in the twenty-first century where technology does you wonders. 

But of course, I cannot miss out the most important part of all.

Romance. Where flowers bloom, and birds sweetly chirp as the air carries full of stolen hearts from hormonal young adults, as well as occasional heart breaks that always brings out the love for ice cream tubs, chocolate and chips.

This all the full 'High School Experience" in which I want to be part of.

Of course, you can't always get what you want right? 

Yeah, well my reason..... Seven Brothers.

Wait let me rephrase that. Seven single, good looking, idiotic, over-protective brothers. Got enough description? Because honestly, it isn't enough. 

But I'm not gonna let them win. Not this time around. 

This time, I won't be having them breathing down my neck, stalking and eyeing me like a toddler, and smothering me with so much attention that any particular human being is out of the question in my social life.

No. I will not have that. Because it was high time they focus on something else besids their dear little sister. And for that to happen, they just need a little push. 

A push from a little cupid. And that cupid is me.