From Me Who Almost Surrender
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...I hate it when you just...

...Think of your own opinion...

...And forget to consider...

...The opinion I'm proposing...

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The fact in another friend of mine that one class in fourth grade asked aunt to teach her. He immediately agreed and took her to the front room. Leaving me alone with a pile of unfinished schoolwork. And so on my other friend also asked for help to the aunt to do the task and be willing.

Since childhood, my aunt always seemed to want to stand out and never liked me. In my family, the only true heart is grandfather. Until I was in fourth grade I began to study hard, repeat many times and read the material that the teacher told me. To bring myself to achieve. Always be the class champion and always get a score of nine and eight. There is nothing below it.

All my envious friends arrived - suddenly a stupid girl like me became a class champion. They started bullying me and didn't want to be my friend because of my good grades. They don't want me to always be superior. Usually my friend is the guy who leads the class. After boarding the class arrived - arriving so turned to them.

Because after my grandfather's departure my life began to change. I was often sick - sick, unfriendly, in bullies, and when I came home at the beat and in the jam and there were still many bitter realities waiting for me.

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Receiving bad treatment at school, friends, family environment makes me want to stop here. But every wish is so strong, grandfather always comes in my dreams. There is always a lot of good luck and magic ahead. If I keep fighting and being patient.

One of them I was sent to the world again and given a second chance at life. I entered the classroom when the break bell had rung. I now sit at the very back of the left corner close to the window. I was busy preparing textbooks and I was scribbling on what no assignment was.

Luckily there was nothing so I had a little less of a burden of thinking. A woman aged thirty-four and above walked firmly and firmly. All the students fell silent, our focus was on someone who was carried behind him. All eyes were amazed at his face like a very handsome god of heaven.

With a neat red dress and suit, the hair patch that fell forward and did not forget the famous brand clock on his wrist. Black in color and studded with a little diamond or what it is. Makes glare when looking at him.

Don't forget the white shoes. Behind all the luxury is not worth the war. He was one of my biggest enemies since a long time ago. He exceeded everything to the point of making him arrogant. That was my thinking at first.

He's a handsome guy with a cunning and cold heart. He was stingy in saying with anyone. No exception with teachers and principals. Every word that was spoken from him was even precious. Ssshh ..., let me see how valuable you say it is. The look in his eyes is sharp to my heart, he did not even respond to the teacher who introduced him in class.

Wordlessly walking towards me, he meant the long table where I was. The class master goddess did not accept seeing me sitting with this new student. I don't care, for me he's ordinary. Although in my heart there is a little bit of curiosity about him.

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