Time flew by quickly. I was 17 already. Apparently in everyone's eyes I've drastically changed in personality and in appearance. I was no longer the shortest girl in the class. And in one short sentence, I've become prettier. According to my friends, I had "long and flowy brown hair, pretty green eyes, and a perfectly shaped face." I was no longer the shy girl in front of boys. I've became ignorant of those immature weirdos. Whenever I had to interact with boys, my heart didn't beat rapidly and I didn't feel heat coming up my cheeks anymore. What is the point of caring about what those kids think? They don't like me, I don't like them. I was proud of my motto at that time. I've also made a few great girl friends. And that reminds me of another reason to not be acquainted with boys. Every one of my friend, yes, EVERY ONE, was hurt emotionally at some point of their life because of their ex-boyfriends. I was smart enough and did not risk and waste my feelings on unnecessary things. I promised myself to not fall in love under any circumstances. So far, it had been easy. I mean, no boys would like me anyways because I'm so ignorant of them.
But it was that one day when everything changed. What I believed fell apart, my preferences changed. What I had initially promised to myself seemed to waver. I mean, promises were not to be kept, right?
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