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"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.

Maybe it's about the story."

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I sit attentively as the teacher instructs the class on what to do.

I eagerly listen, ready to get to work, not minding the gloomy feeling in the classroom.

"When I give you the paper," The teacher, Mrs. Song, announced as she slaps a packet on each student's desk. "You can get started."

I hear groans and whines spreading across the room like a domino effect. I smile confidently when the paper lands on my desk.

I immidiately focus on my work, tuning everyone out.

That's when the game starts.

You may wonder why I like to do work, or stay in school as a matter a fact.

Mainly because for me, it's all a game.

Except for one guy.

No one knew that I had a crush on him since I had no friends, and that was fine with me.

My life is peaceful.

Until one day, this girl barges in our class, ruining the quiet atmosphere.

She has a perfect, beautiful face that every girl would want. But there's something off about her. Her lips are curled into a perfect smirk, looking untamable and the mischivious glint shining in her eyes, looking li