
APRIL 23.FRIDAY

That morning Mom and I went to that
SUPER WONDERFUL P.U.P they say.
We was supposed to get that slot.Unfortunately,we did.
I was in a BV mode.REAL BAD.I felt all the BV and sooner or later I'll be one of them.SAD TRUTH that really sucks.I really hate the place,the people .EVERYONE! Ihate it.
I never did liked the placed.I never did appreciate it despite it's achievements.
Same as Carlos does.
I was the palest kid amongst the crowd.
I was so DAMN exhausted.
Same as Mom does.
We walked here.Talked to him,to her.Walked to the other building.Talk to him or her.Walked again.And walked.
DAMN. I coudn't explain much further HOW i really hate P.U.P itself.
That night I talked to Dad, I told to myself that I don't want to be an accident student again.
We talked how may things might happen If I didn't study their.
It is scary.SRSLY.
But I was so immovable that time I coudn't made up my mind.
Until I finally said
half NO. I will study their for the
sake of those people who were involved to JUST-GET-ME-A-FREAKING-SLOT at P.U.P.

Not for the 4 years.BUT for a YEAR only.A YEAR is very looonnngg for me to suffer a lot.
Plus,my super cool super cute clothes will be like:
Hey is that the one you wore last Monday.EEWWW.you. LIKE THAT SCENARIO. SO SAD.
And I might get a chance to see my errr..... my former classmates:
Hey Mike,you are studying here?So sad.I thought you were in.... DAMN.Were batchmates.
WHICH I HATE THE MOST.

And that freaking faces that I will see everyday. That classroom.DIIRRRTTYYY.
But on the brighter side,I'll have a phone.HOPE it is the best one.
BUT IT IS NOT A REASON FOR ME TO STAY there.
UGH. So much the pain.I hate it.
I swore this day.After I finish this whole year of agony.I'll transfer right away to whatever my heart desires. Mark it.