Never in my life, all in my 19 years of living, that I even dreamt of receiving a love letter. Seriously, ask anyone within my social circle (which is cramped and tiny by the way) and you will get an unanimous response that Lilian Stilson has never had a guy (a sane one) who ever fancied her.
So imagine my shock when I discovered a piece of cream envelope perched on my desk in my classroom. At first, I thought it was a prank. I mean there must be carcass of a dead cockroach or lizard inside it, right? No way would I ever get a harmless, loving gift from anybody. Even with the clean and neat writing of my full name with glitter glue decorating around my name, I still had my doubts. Call me insecure. I do not really care. After all, I once had a painful experience when I mustered enough courage to confess to a cute boy back when I was an innocent 8-years-old. After confessing, the boy smiled at me, planted a small kiss on my forehead and then left. The next day, the whole freaking school heard of my confession and teased me all the way till the end of middle school. It was horrible. And I did not have many friends back then so every time I walked out of the toilet or walked around the school canteen, embarrassing nicknames and labels were thrown at me left and right.
A gusty sigh escaped my lips. I must not think of terrible memories. I shall push them all of them at the back of my mind. Why remind myself of such things when I actually could have a chance at having a boyfriend? Of course, if the boy does not turn out to be a weirdo, which I truly hope he is not.
Please not let my secret admirer be a weirdo. I shut my eyes and prayed hard.
I carefully removed the letter from inside the envelope and read it quietly. Fancy the boy call me sweet words like 'angel from the heavens' and 'having a beauty that surpasses every girl in school'. Such flattering words indeed. Nobody has called me such beautiful names before and I instantly felt attached to this boy.
But during second period Maths, something suddenly clicked in my mind. I let out a dramatic gasp and automatically earned a lot of stares from the class and the teacher. My hand flew to my mouth as I mumbled an apology.
How could I ever forget that I am currently enrolling in all-girls school?
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