the winsome handsome and silly me...
My friend said I looked pretty, but I get highly irritated when people say freckles are good,once I scrubbed my face so hard that I made the skin red, they didn't come off and it always feels as if my face is still dirty, I don't like makeup and these freckles make it even worse for me...
It was always the compliments when people see me, how my curls look good with my freckles but somehow I'm so very tired of my looks, the hair that always looks messy and the freckles that make my face look always dirty...
It was another usual day how I was going down the street to catch a bus to my art academy.
I was a bit happy because mom made a chocolate cake today, I'm the kind to whom every small thing matters..
So now I took my bus and while listening to my favourite songs it took no time to reach my destination..
I entered and sat at my permanent place, the corner seat at the back so I can have a look over each and every person in class
The teacher was showing a fine piece of art it was a sketch probably from the second or third year students.
It was then kept on a chair and a young guy maybe an year or two elder than me stepped out to take it, he must be the artist who drew it , I said to myself.
To my surprise,He made his way to the back and sat just a bench before me, right next to the window.
He sat on the left corner where I usually gaze out from and he was blocking my view..
"If you look good it doesn't mean you can easily annoy me" I said to myself..
I asked him "can you please shift a bit to the right, I...
It was always the compliments when people see me, how my curls look good with my freckles but somehow I'm so very tired of my looks, the hair that always looks messy and the freckles that make my face look always dirty...
It was another usual day how I was going down the street to catch a bus to my art academy.
I was a bit happy because mom made a chocolate cake today, I'm the kind to whom every small thing matters..
So now I took my bus and while listening to my favourite songs it took no time to reach my destination..
I entered and sat at my permanent place, the corner seat at the back so I can have a look over each and every person in class
The teacher was showing a fine piece of art it was a sketch probably from the second or third year students.
It was then kept on a chair and a young guy maybe an year or two elder than me stepped out to take it, he must be the artist who drew it , I said to myself.
To my surprise,He made his way to the back and sat just a bench before me, right next to the window.
He sat on the left corner where I usually gaze out from and he was blocking my view..
"If you look good it doesn't mean you can easily annoy me" I said to myself..
I asked him "can you please shift a bit to the right, I...