CrushCrushCRUSH!
PROLOGUE
He stood there in front of me. SO DISGUSTING! I hate every part of him. Just a hair strand makes me wanna puke right there and then. Aigoo.
We are playing Baseball again. Of course, he’s the pitcher… and oh, did I forget to mention, HE’S LITTLE MISTER PERFECT. So yeah, there go his stalkers fans, cheering for ALMIGHTY KWON JIYONG!
Gahd.. the game ended pretty badly. We can’t concentrate because our team leader’s been cutsey potsey with his fangirls for the last 10 minutes. I guess we should call it a day. We’re all freakin' tired anyways.
“Dara, why don’t you come here first and take your dinner dear?” Dara’s mom shouted from their dining room…
“I’m not hungry mom! And I just want to sleep” said Dara as she stomped her way to her bedroom.
Dara’s room is quite not usual for girls. It has a dark concept, and one can assume she has an “emo” type of personality. Well, it really isn’t like that, Dara is pretty much…
Blag. Kabag. Tugsh!
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”