Dorin Tanea's

Episode 1's

Again. I don't know how many times with this. But, I still say silly things to the man who stopped by

hearts. It feels so bad if it is buried. Maybe my confidence is high enough to make me do that. Is it wrong for women to shoot Adam first?

“I like you.” The words spontaneously came out of my mouth while giving me a medium-sized box. That guy really captivated me. I couldn't help but shoot him.

The Japanese, white and tall man looked at me flat. Then raise one corner of his lips upwards. “Thank you,” he said as he took the box that was in my hand. And whisper something.

“Why ... why!?” My eyes reddened— dammed—mau broke. All eyes were on me. Sounding whispers—makin rowdy.

“Dasars don't know themselves .. unmirror ...”

Those words made my body even more limp. Their reserves seemed to be underestimating, trampling on my pride.

“Pity, Miss Ball rejected again. Hahaha ..” their cheer.

Can't a woman like me fall in love? Why are they treating me like shit? Makes me a mockery.

In their eyes, I'm like a ‘daughter ugly’ crave a prince. Yeah, just a fairy tale. A story that never came true. The mirage blinded me to facts.

Conscious. I'm not as pretty as Karissa, the popular girl at this school. He was my best friend. His body is slim like a violin. Her skin was smooth white shining, like a goddess descending from the sky. Know it? It was Rissa who introduced me to that guy, local eight-three. Next class.

“Saddening! Hahaha ..., did you hear that? Miss Ball Shoot Shiro.”

“Hei! You can't be like that. Anyway, Dorin our friend.”

The rumor spread quickly. I walked through the school corridor. Smiling tasteless. Swallowing bitter reality. Not only beautiful, but Karissa is also good. Not looking at someone from the outside. I admired that girl from the seventh grade until now.

“Are you okay?” ask Rissa to come.

I nodded weakly. Staring at Rissa for a glance then looking back down while stepping towards the classroom. I really look sad and embarrassing.

Sometimes I think about being like her. Slim and admired by the boys

good-looking.

“Dorin, excited! Shiro was not the only man in this world,” his words were trying to encourage him while

step beside me.

I smiled shadyly. Yes, Rissa was right. Shiro—si cat, he thinks he's the coolest guy in the world, huh? More cool than him. H-wait, it seems like last month, I also once thought like this.

“Dorin!” Rissa took the chocolate in my hand. The stress level was high enough to keep my mouth from stopping eating. I don't know. But I don't feel full yet. Want to eat again and again.

“Rissa, return!” Grabbing me to reach out to my best friend's hand, he held her up high. Move with the loin from one hand to the other. I was really out of breath with a super wow weight because I jumped to grab that thing. I don't know, maybe you'd think this wasn't a jump considering that my body was just swaying, my legs were still on the ground. Damnit damnit! Sometimes being overweight is very annoying.

Sucks. The girl ran away, ran away from me. Surrounding class. With this weight, I couldn't catch up. Her slim body looked like cotton, flying here and there. Makes me more envious.

My breath was wheezing while touching the table, holding my body to stand firm.

“Sorry.” The girl returned my chocolate. Maybe he felt sorry to see my look that almost died from like losing a drug opium. I pouted while taking my favorite thing. Yeah, I know Rissa's intentions are good. He always said, ‘if you want to be skinny, take care of your diet, Dorin!’.

***

I turned a lip, probably not very clear pointy because my small lips were drowned by cheeks that were round like a bakpao. I put the little mirror back in my skirt pocket. My eyes were staring straight at the classroom door. Tall, mature-haired sapodilla man enters class.

“What you rejected again, Miss Ball?!” she screamed until all eyes were on me again. Damnit damnit! I know Shiro is his classmate. I shot that guy in seventh grade, too.

Thankfully, supplies are still there. My smile still found two wafers under the table.

“Fan, come on,” complained Rissa pityed seeing me.

“Good honey,” makeup that guy on Rissa's chin.

In the past, I was shocked and angry. Exactly a year ago after Fandy rejected. A day later, that guy was made up with Karissa, my best friend. Three days and two nights thinking .. Why did my best friend betray me?

Changed? Of course my attitude changed drastically to her. Know it? Rissa followed me where I was going. Ask what happened.

Unmoved. I kept running away when I met him. And he came to the house, explaining all, that he knew nothing if we liked the same person. More precisely, I have liked Fandy since Elementary School. Karissa said she would break up with Fandy if I could forgive her. And back to being like before, being his best friend. No. I don't have the heart to ruin a girl's happiness as good as Rissa. Now that I know, it's only natural that Fandy chose Rissa as his girlfriend. In fact, he is so perfect. Both in physical and in heart.

“Dor is patient, well!” The guy patted me on the shoulder pretty hard. Sounds like a drum blow. Then he chuckles.

I nodded slowly after waking up from a momentary daydream. I've been patient, Fan!

I glanced at Rissa who pinched Fandy's stomach in annoyance.

“Aa-aahh, my honey, pain know!” fandy's spoiled whine replied to Rissa's pinch on the nose. A very big unyu kid. Honestly, it is unyu. That's why I liked him a long time ago.

Damnit damnit! My name is in my heart. They were even friendly in front of me. They forgot I just got heartbroken?

“Haaah ..” I took a breath, looking at their children. Not that my attitude is mature. At home, I was very pampered. Very, very, very.

“Miss Ball, sorry, yes!” elus Fandy felt guilty looking at my still-cute shoulder.

Pensive back. Staring blankly at the board. I've forgiven Fandy too. Been a long time. There's no way I'm an enemy to my best friend's boyfriend. Although sometimes asked for forgiveness, just like his local friend, Vino Virgo.

***

I looked at myself in the school toilet. Sitting in the closet. The last hour of study continues. Just waiting for the seconds to come home. In class, it was very boring, especially when asked to do a task. There, kids in the storm, cheating, playing, and running around in class, throwing myself in crumbs of paper, and at gossiping ...

“Try you terka, Dorin what size?” gossip of boys sitting in the back corner whose voice can be heard. Then they laughed in unison.

Camping bangat nih, local. Can't you see I'm calm, what? Just got cut off too! My grunts in my heart cursed them one by one.

I kicked the desk and left the class. And here I am now. Calm down in the toilet.

Prooots!

Prooots!

Spontaneously I close my nose. Pissing annoyed, “Who the hell, bomb so much so?!” My lyrics are on the left wall. The origin of that sound. I think it's a quiet and peaceful place here. Turns ...

“Iuuhh, Miss Ball, you boker what bombed our school? Hahaha,” chirps a group of girls saw me just out of the contemplation spot.

“Bu-not me, he tuh!” point me at the girl who just came out.

“Snakes on lo!” presumedly. But his face was red.

“Alesan ajo lu Miss Ball!”

That bunch of chicks trust that slender girl more than me, hikhs. As long as you know, the big body of the fart is not necessarily big either. It's free to explain, I'm still to blame.