Not My Target
Description
Someone who always failed to delivery his love letter.
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He hears some step toward his direction. And the bites over his lip become more strong. Without thinking again, he inserts that envelop into the locker in front of him and run to find a place, hiding hisself.
There is a boy with black hair and behind him, there is another student with red hair.
The boy, who hides himself is watching them. Overwhelming feeling is tighted over his heart as he find that black haired boy. Black haired boy is opening his locker, but nothing happen. It’s weird, the hidden-boy thinks . He should have found that envelop .
Black haired boy leaves his locker.
His eyes moves from black-haired boy to red haired boy. He sees his letter on that boy’s locker. Of course he could recognize it easily. It’s is him who write it, anyway.
Someone is calling the red haired boy, it’s makes that boy doesn’t notice if he puts that letter together with his books inside his schoolbag. The red haired boy leaves his locker with someone who just calling him a minute ago.
Noooo… he is not my target… The boy who still hiding scream in frustration.
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Foreword
A/N :
Another "cheapness" story.
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