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Uncertainty!


Depiction to Destiny? 
-Uncertainty.

I am Summer, 17 year old. 

I was pretty excited getting enrolled to one of the best Academy in the city. It was finally now when I had no more dealings to do with the home schooling. I could explore, make new friends and mend into the outside world. Pretty much scary, more likely to a fear with full excitement. 

The school started in late August. 

The first day was pretty calm, the air had a different essence. The high school for me was likely to be a start of new era. 

“This story basically is not about me exploring my high school but is about the uncertain feeling, unusual and delusional; Love.” 

He was one of those guys who caught my attention several times, streaming my blood vessels like anything. Heart pounding with heavy beats, the guy was something. 

Despite the fact that I was an average girl only few knew about and Jessie was a genius who was known by every student in the school, I couldn’t stop but adore him every second. 

My heart was dipped into an elixir of addiction. He was not a common stud for me, the uncertain question it was if I was addicted to those pair of eyes I seeped into or was I actually in love? 

Completely void about the fact where this would take me yet with full disregard I fantasized about him.  

Telling someone you love them is one realistic way to communicate your feelings, that takes some guts which in my case surely hung behind. 

I wanted to tell him how important he was, I wanted to kiss him like lovers, the magical air he managed to leave, I wanted to tell him how he made me feel so full of excitement. 

Nonetheless, destiny is never certain and a bitter part of getting raped at a very young age left me behind every doors; all shut. 

The love I felt, the happiness I felt even in an instant or just an instinct is yet powerful. Love always don’t work out but life is all about moving on. The courage I tend to gather is not easy to get going with. 

The nightmare stopping me from every possible happiness with a hope will surely fade someday. 

-SAAIL POKHREL









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