I still remember the day I met him. It was my first day in a strange school. None of the children from my orphanage attended this school. I was sitting in class, bored out of my mind even though the teacher hadn't even arrived yet.
People stared at me and whispered behind their hands but I had learned long ago to block out the whispers. I was more interested in the view outside the window, where gloomy rain fell from a dark sky which reminded me of a soup stirring in a pot. Waiting. Waiting to boil and unleash its fury in all its glory.
But my thoughts were broken by him. He walked into class with his bag slung on his shoulder and a smirk playing on his lips. It was as if I had gotten tunnel vision.
I could see him and only him.
His every move exuded swagger and confidence. How he winked at the cheerleaders. How he fist-bumped the footballers. She also noticed how people looked up to him and awe and sometimes in jealousy as he attracted quite a crowd around him.
He was the one.
He must be…
He is perfect.
He is the person I am going to kill.
Hi! I am dreama!
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