I was sitting inside the four corners of the classroom with my radio broadcasting team. We were very busy practicing our script for we thought that as we rose from these sturdy chairs, we'll start our voice show. I was a bit nervous that time because first we were not even complete. We were only five to present a 5-minute radio broadcast that was supposed to be seven. Second, we're in trouble in terms of our sound effects; we'll be using a phone that should be a laptop and lastly, I really feel that my heart turned out into a speaker that plays a bass boosted song that goes 'boom'. I feel like I can collapse anytime I wanted to.
A woman popped out all of a sudden. She started talking about herself then their school's achievements (like who the heck cares?) and the topic we will tackle. Probably, she's the lecturer. I ignored her first, because I wasn't pleased; her foundation was uneven and her hair was messy. Second, she's not prepared because her presentation was only showed at Microsoft Word, not on PowerPoint, and lastly, I just don't like her airy aura. I just turned my eyes to hunt some hot guys (I'm being treacherous to my crush) when suddenly I spotted one and luckily, he's sitting on the 5th row while I'm on the 4th! (Hallelujah!)
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I looked at his face. His eyes were somewhat small, I guess he's half Chinese. He got fair complexion. His lips were small too, and it's red! At first, I thought he was wearing lipstick, but his red lips were all natural. He got that pointy nose and he was wearing eyeglasses that really turned me on! He sensed that I was eye-raping his face so he smirked and I was a bit shocked so I quickly turned my head back to the lecturer. I felt my temperature got high and as I see my reflection on my phone, I saw myself blushing! I glanced at him once last time and he was smiling!
Anyway, I really did my best to listen to the lecturer, but she was so boring that I yawned. (I'm so sorry) Oh, I am the secretly arrogant in the room, I told myself that I don't even need her lectures because my school paper adviser had a copy of it, besides, we're the best radio broadcast team and I see that my teammates agree with me for they're not listening too.
At last! She ran out of saliva. We were given one and a half hour to create and practice our script. We proceeded to the second floor and occupied one room for one school. Well, we're prepared so our script was done so all we have to do is to practice it. After some minutes of "intense" practice of lines, we delivered it to the judges straight in their faces. As I expected, good feedback were given to us and some downsides like, we're incomplete and one sound effect doesn't suit one's voice, but overall, it was good!
We stayed at the lobby while waiting for our school paper adviser and luckily, there's the one whom I encountered in the lecturer's room. I see him stare at me in the corner of my eyes and I also felt that he was going to my direction and dang! He was at my back, staring far from nowhere. Well, I stayed calm and stood up. He said 'hi' to me and I said 'hello'. He stared at me for some seconds until I felt the awkwardness. I waved my hands near his face then he went back to the reality and composed himself quickly. I saw him blush and my goodness. He turned out into a tomato! I laughed so hard that you wouldn't think that there's no more tomorrow and said that he's cute when he blushes. He just replied 'thanks'. My friends we're coming at my side so he said goodbye and then he turned out into a cheetah. OH BOY, I FORGOT TO ASK HIS NAME!
On our way to DSSPC, I can't help but to think of that guy. There's an urge to myself that I want to know his name and I really felt that he'll be a good friend. The contest was held and the awarding ceremony followed accordingly. I'm so happy for him that their school bagged awards just like ours. I saw him smile at me so I smiled at him too. I really want to ask his name when he waved his hands at me saying that they need to go. I felt sad, I thought that this was the perfect chance to ask his name, but time doesn't allows us to do so. Maybe I'll just see him next year... Oh how I hate you fate.
