I am, But I am Not

I wrote this story not because I am one of those who suffer the way  Anwar does only, but also because I wanted you guys, you open-minded readers, to share with us our experience, even for a little amount of time, even through reading. Hope you like my story, and if you don't, please dont leave hatred comments because ot hurst it really hurts. Thanks again for choosing this story. 🌸
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           ♧♧♧Anwar's P.O.V♧♧♧

"Andre, you'll be with Anwar." I released a sigh of relief when it turned out that I won't be grouped with devil himself. Poor that girl Anwar, how is she going to stand 3 months of torture with that potato bag? Wait a moment... Anwar... I've heard that name before, but where? *face palms mind* IT'S ME. IT'S FREAKING ME. I let out a horrified shriek that made all the class look at me as if I've grown a third eye. I need to convince the teacher that I  can't befriend him. THINK STUPID BRAIN. THINK. I found itn, the best plan in this world. I am a genius.
My plan went out like this: "Um... Mrs. Adams I don't think I can befriend Andre because I have this disease that only he can be infected with, and trust me it's deadly. It'll cause hallucinations and vomiting. Not to mention diarrhea, oh diarreah and its pain, and you know how much I love Andre that I don't want him to die because of me; I can't stand his death." I wipe an imaginary tear away from my cheek and bow my head in "sadness." Mr.Adams chuckled and said," Oh really? So why are you still here and not dead, Anwar?" This was enough to make the whole class laugh at me and my excuse, all the class except the one who has been sending daggers at me since he knew that I'll be his "friend" for the coming three months.
"Okay, enough students, lets get back to work. Oh, and Andre and Anwar, I am expecting good behavior from you two, okay? I don't want the police calling ne tomorrow morning saying that you've killed each others." I fake smiled at our "funny" Mrs. Adams while the whole class, as usual, laughed at us. Ew, that's a disgusting word, "us", I will never combine my name with this Andre.NEVER.
The bell rang , and just before she left, Mrs. Adams should have reminded me of ny bad luck by saying," remember students, don't think that we don't know how you behave with your friend-to-be, we have spies, advanced technology, and many more things that will keep us in touch with how you treat eache others. Farwell for now." Trust Fritserberg to have all those to mkae sure their plan is accomplished. Yeah that's how bad my luck is.
Just as I was resting my head on the table, trying to forget that my coming days will be filled with Andre's face, his face happens to be in front of mine glaring at me as if I am the one responsible for this. "Speak of the devil." Heil you Anwar, you were the first to talk; that's an extra chocolate chip cookie for dinner. "What, you were thinking about me?"he sent me this disgusting smirk of his, thats a minus chocolate chip cookie for dinner," actually yes, I just couldn't erase  that face of yours away from my mind, especially that pimple." I pointed at his forehead," WHAT? I HAVE A PIMPLE?WHERE? WHEEEERRREEE " he covered his face with his palm and off he went to his seat where he always keeps a mirror. After inspecting his face, and finding no pimple on it he glared at me saying," ha-ha, I didn't know terrorists tell jokes, Anwar."
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Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter.lemme know what you think about it, for now arrivederci. 🌸