Hopeless

{How it works}

I closed my eyes & silently prayed at the piece of paper. A small piece of paper that carried the burden of my whole life with it.
Plucking all the courage existing within my veins, I opened my eyes to stare at the envelope with my name on it, only to find all of my courage evaporating into thin air.
“Let’s just get this over with”, I told ,myself & covered my eyes whilst secretly peeking through the gaps. I opened the envelope with my eyes tightly pressed shut.
After spitting out the contents of the envelope onto my table, I nudged my friend sitting to my right. “Read it for me”
“What?!” she said her tone filled with annoyance.
“My grades. Read it for me.”
“Read it for yourself.” she groaned.
“I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“I…..I am scared”
“Scared of what, exactly?”
“Just read it…..I will treat to a coffee, wait no, two coffees and a pastry.”
“Fine…….”“…….32.2%”
“What!” I stood up, my soul leaving my body.
“Just kidding! 71.5%”
“WhAaat!”
“71.5%”
I squealed at the top of my lungs, while my friend covered her ears.
“Get a grip!” she scolded me, whilst consequently rolling her eyes at me.
I turned to her with a big goofy smile, in response.
As realisation hit me, I jumped of my seat & ran like my life depended on it. Upon reaching his classroom, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and scanned through his classroom.
Silently tip-toeing to his desk, I tapped on his shoulder and pounced on him as soon as he turned around.
He stood stiff, almost instinctively pushing me off.
“Ahhhhhh!” I squealed again at a higher pitch, while he visibly relaxed.
“Calm down will you.”
“I passed!”
“Just passed?” He lifted an eyebrow.
“Hey I got a good grade, OK!” I retorted.
“Sure.” he said dripping in sarcasm.
“I got 71.5%” I proudly stated.
“I got 98.7%, for your kind information missy.”
“Hey comparing us is like comparing the sun and the earth.” I defended.
As a chuckle left his lips, I pouted turning away. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a boy.
Following my line of sight he asked me, “What are you looking at?”
“A boy….He’s cute.”
“Just cute and that’s gonna cut it?”
“I don’t think you understand how it works………
*First you take notice of a cute guy.
*Then you notice him everywhere around you.
*Then you develop a crush.
*Follow him around to brush up your presence.…..”
“Isn’t that just stalking, & what presence?” he interrupted.
“HEY! Anyways….
*Then you become friends.
*Then you make him fall for you.
*Make him confess.
& last but no least…. the most important step.
*DATE!”
And that is how it works.*wink*