Happy Birthday's
Chapter 1
A birthday? Recharged? A year? Is that a beautiful word? What does a real birthday mean? Why is everyone celebrating? I hate that word!
Ever imagined no? As many people live in this world is a story played by each of the main actors in each scene and every time. Here I am the main character of a story that I own with my friends who have their own stories.
I am Saldria Rasya Razenna but my family and friends often call me Rasya. I am the only child my father left 4 years ago because of a very painful event, it was an accident. Yes, my father died in an accident and now I live with my mother in a house we rented 4 years ago after my father died. In a small village and we are from the city. Because in the city there is no longer my father so we moved closer to the mother's family because he said that if he still lived in the city there was no place for us to ask for help. But in fact it's the same here we feel excluded because the family of the mother like not expecting us.
"Yes, the hunt will be late!!"
His screams echoed throughout the house. That's my mother's voice.
"Yes bu rasya is leaving"
After leaving, I rushed to school. Morning dew still feels even though the day is starting to brighten. I walked down the school corridor to XI IPS 1. That was my class.
"Newly come princess" greeted Zio who stood straight before me to appear out of nowhere.
He's my friend Zio since the middle of school and now we're in class again for 5 years. His son is good but a bit wayward too, his style is cool even though every day his style is not funny with a little long hair, not infrequently he has to reprimand the teacher.
I also have 2 more friends named sita and nazwa.
Before long the bell rang indicating the class began to fill with teachers who are ready to teach.
After about 3 hours the teacher taught finally the second bell rang signifying rest.
I went to the cafeteria with my two best friends as usual. We ate with a different menu.
This is how my life is nothing as special as the stories of novels I often read. I love to read and a lot of comic books are collected just like that in my room neatly arranged. I also often write poems and quotes that I upload to an application that now has a lot of followers and sometimes I sniff items to advertise and the payment is good enough to help mothers who work as the waiter at a food store not far from home.
Dukes
Someone bumped into me from behind and managed to break the daydream and make my food fall apart.
"Hey" I turned around instantly in shock.
As a result our eyes meet and drift in view for a few seconds.
"Sorry" he replied and immediately left with another group of children.
"Who the hell" asked me to clean clothes that were slightly affected by splashes of food with a tissue. When I saw my two best friends they kept watching the back of the man who had hit me.
"WOYY" I shouted across the table.
"Gosh" Both surprised funny.
"Hahahaha" I laughed because of their reflex behavior.
"Ishh" nazwa snapped my head slowly.
"Aww" ringisku lied.
"Wow the grace of God created it" said sita who was still looking at men who were no longer visible to the eye.
"Her eyes were a little bit narrow, white skin, frayed frizzy hair, like a playwright" he continued.
"Like a Korean idol" timpal nazwa.
"Please you two" I who was confused by their conversation immediately rushed away.
They are both Korean lovers where one is drama lover and one loves Korean idol. What am I that can't distinguish an artist from that ginseng country. I think his face is the same. Sometimes I get tired of listening to their rant about the delusion of being able to have a companion figure living from that country.
I sat in my seat looking at the window leading to the school field. A lot of kids play basketball, one of them he just accidentally hit me. If he sees a handsome male figure, his nose pointed from any direction will certainly look it he because of his athletic body and white skin that distinguishes with other teenagers around him. Perhaps it was true that he was like a person from the land of ginseng.
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Sunday 13 January
The sky without clouding. It seems to be supportive for me who is agitated by this situation. After helping my mother open the shop I prepared to go to the public library near the edge of town. By taking public transport because we do not have a private vehicle. Kinds of gendre novels I read from romantic, drama, comedy, horror, mystery and others. But I prefer mystery and horror novels because for me there is no love as sweet as a beautiful story novel.
I went around looking for a reading that suited me, when my eyes were fixed on a book written happy birthday I pulled it and unconsciously many books were interested and finally fell on my head.
"Aww" I shouted unconsciously
"You gapapa?" Someone came and made me clean up the scattered books
"Hemm" I nodded indicating it was okay
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At a cafe with two drinks right in front of us.
"So you're alone" he asked
"I don't have a partner yet" I replied
"Huh?"
"Ko huh? You want to go, right?"
"Geez, I'm Alvin"
"Rasya" I replied
I don't know it just happened. Now I'm with an unknown person who hit me when I was locked up yesterday. It turns out that he is quite cheerful Alvin not like his jutek look. Unlike me who doesn't like to talk too much. But somehow with him I am very comfortable maybe because our hobby is the same reading horror novels and comics. So just connect and recommend each other an exciting read.
"Ohh so you're a new student of pantes just seen" I chimed in while listening to the story.
He just nodded his head.
"What class?" Much
"12 ipa"
"Oww"
"Why"
"No"
"You?"
"11"
"Try calling brother"
"ALVIN"
"No manners, SIS!" It's like teaching a child
"A L V I N" I answered with pressure in each letter
"Hahaha" we told a carefree story until unconscious evening began to come.
I drove him home on the yellow ninja bike he was carrying. That's how the first story I knew him without quarrels and debates like a novel story that ended up the two main characters liked each other and ended up happy.
My story begins on my birthday.
