Greizl El Pagas ( Cute Short Story)
A Day
Dreaming Love
The hardest word to
define. We can’t explain this word throughout because it is suddenly comes like
a sharp of lightning and ground shaking of thunder.
As you read this short love story of mine may
you inspired and being motivated for every single details that can aspire you.
Don’t miss to read every word.
After growing up from childhood days and step
forward to adolescence. There is a girl couldn’t figure out what’s pure love is.
She was blind to everyone and couldn’t hear any single whisper of their
pleading. She’s very much confused when her classmates were chatting and sharing
about their crushes, inspiration and their affections felt towards the person
they tackled.
Her name is Stephanie,
a countrywoman. With poor background and is financially insufficient to
continue on schooling. For her desire to study she applied in an accounting
firm by the help of her Aunt Nining. Fortunately, she was hired and her employer
offers her temporary stay in the house. Despite of many circumstances and
shortcomings she encounters in her life she still always think positive at all times.
Until another term in school came.
While waiting for the
teacher, suddenly her world stops and as if there are flowers that are growing
all around when a guy came in. She was at daze when he swiftly appeared in
front of her, pulls out his handkerchief and said “Miss laway mo tumutulo napasobra
ka ata sa pagtitig sa kin, baka matunaw naku nyan.” “Sorry huh, kapal din ng
mukha mo no! Ikaw ba tinitingnan ko? Yung teacher natin andyan na oh,” She replied
with her finger pointing to the teacher that just came in. She felt like there
are butterflies in her stomach, the feelings she never felt before. She doesn’t
really understand it but feels good and thought that this thing could be Love.
Stephanie couldn’t
figure it out what she feels for that moment. It seems something different to
her that she can’t explain.
(The teacher discuss
about the topic for the day and after the ranging time she also leave the room)
As days goes by lots
of expectation is what Stephanie wants even in a short period of time. She wants
to be notice by the young boy named Lester through participating and be active
in discussion. One day in a very unexpected moment while Stephanie were doing
her report. Lester seems so fascinating with glaring eyes looking at Stephanie.
But Stephanie doesn’t mind it and still focus on what her doing. When she was
about to finish his report the teacher ask the students if they understand what
Stephanie’s report is.
(The teacher call a
student and the first one is Stephanie’s close friend named Saira)
Saira: I understand
the lesson especially the way on how she delivers her report.
Teacher: how about
you Lester
Lester: 101 % I
really understand her ma’am. Besides I learn a lot on her.
All classmates:
ayyeah
Stephanie doesn’t
expect what happened. So she sits back on her chair and meditates .After the
class Stephanie notice a single paper in her desk. She took it and tries to
read the details inside the paper. On the paper there is a letter that goes
like this:
You have a great presentation today.
Keep it up
From:
Stephanie was very
curious because there is no name stated on the letter. So she asks her classmates if they noticed
who the person responsible of giving her a letter.
Classmate 1: I saw my
classmate in 201 put that piece of paper on your desk.
Stephanie: do you
know him?
Classmate 1: aaaammm…
mmm… aaa. Mp. I think mr. famous.
Oh. It’s Lester!
Stephanie: where can
I find him?
Classmate1: you can still reach him at this moment
because it’s just 2 minutes when he leaves.
Stephanie: thank you
Stephanie runs fast
as she could so that he can reach the guy. And only to find out the boy is
waiting him on the way and holding his small guitar and starting to serenade
her. A heart’s fluttering is what Stephanie feel for that moment. Until such a
time that there is a very trumpet voice shouting on her.
Stephanie wakes up! It’s
already 8:00 am. You’re being late in school! Hurry up!
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