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We Will Meet Again
© lOVE_SHOT
I'm Maya...this is my love story, ever though it is not integral, but it is still alive in my heart.
That was my first day of my paining class. When I got there, I saw that the teacher yelling at a boy. I didn't know what was going on. Before I could ask anyone, the boy walked outside of the building. I didn't understand what happened, since I was new in the class the teacher introduced me to everyone.
After class, when I come home, I was thinking about that boy all day. Hearing to one of the classmate of painting school, I understand that his name was Vicky.
My best friend Sara used your learn painting at that painting school. However, he was absent that day. I call her and she said she wouldn't come next week but she definitely come in the very next week. I didn't tell her about Vicky.
The next day in the painting class the teacher said that the new recruits among us should be the models & the rest of us would sketch us and the very next week would be just the opposite.
I was just wondering whose model I would be, at that time I saw that no one was paying attention to Vicky, I could not understand why no one like him. So I went to him and asked if I could be his model, he didn't say anything...
I'm Maya...this is my love story, ever though it is not integral, but it is still alive in my heart.
That was my first day of my paining class. When I got there, I saw that the teacher yelling at a boy. I didn't know what was going on. Before I could ask anyone, the boy walked outside of the building. I didn't understand what happened, since I was new in the class the teacher introduced me to everyone.
After class, when I come home, I was thinking about that boy all day. Hearing to one of the classmate of painting school, I understand that his name was Vicky.
My best friend Sara used your learn painting at that painting school. However, he was absent that day. I call her and she said she wouldn't come next week but she definitely come in the very next week. I didn't tell her about Vicky.
The next day in the painting class the teacher said that the new recruits among us should be the models & the rest of us would sketch us and the very next week would be just the opposite.
I was just wondering whose model I would be, at that time I saw that no one was paying attention to Vicky, I could not understand why no one like him. So I went to him and asked if I could be his model, he didn't say anything...
