INTRODUCTION PART III

        At my age of sixteen, I’ve transferred to a new place, new school, new friends, new surrounding and a new rented place that I called my second home because my parents get promoted and they have to go to other state for their duties. The month before it, after I knew I had no choice but to follow my parents, I’ve always cried and depressed. I don’t want leave my hometown, my new room, and my friends! I would not get used to it! I would never! But I have no choice.

And so, I get to that new place. At first, I thought I would not like it at all, but slowly, I made up my mind. I should learn to like it thus to adapt to it and because I don’t have a choice, I have to stay strong so that I would be a happier.

   My love status at the moment was being a broken-hearted person. I believe in fate so I have not much comment about it. Perhaps he was not the right guy for me so I had accepted the fate and got over him. If I had to be brokenhearted 100times to meet my Mr.Right, I would accept it and go beyond my line. Brokenhearted means a step nearer to the true love. I’ve learnt many lessons through it and it made me a more optimistic person and I will take precautions in my incoming relationship.

   In the other side, I’ve seen many kind of people and varies kind of attitude. What friends meant to me? Not all, but just certain of them were just putting on their mask, laugh and talk to you, but behind you, they’re actually back-stabbing you. True friend is hard to find. This had been proved when something happens to you. No one will offer a helping hand. They just stand and stare at you – watch you fall and even some of them laugh at you when you’ve failed. But thank you! Without them, the life is unbalanced. A normal human being needs positive and negative sides and values to grow maturely. What they’ve done to me would not weaken me, but just going to make me stronger!

I had gone through hard times. No one would ever understand how it feels like. Lots of people knew me but I don’t have much friends that I’ve talked to. What I did every day was going to school, sat there, wait the bell rang and went home. I could even listen to my own heartbeats, yet the place was really crowded and noisy. Every morning I stepped into the school, I was actually putting on a mask of mine link with a smiling face. I bet nobody would ever realize that I am not that happy actually. I don’t know if it was my problem in making friends and communicate with them or was it that they were walking away from me.

_to be continued_