The report card.

It was great... I guess. I can't believe the teachers said I'm nice in class. Me? Nice? Maybe to the teachers only but I can hardly be nice to peoples at times. Jeez. I felt lonely and left out, that's why I keep quiet and 'concentrate'. I don't really concentrate because I daydream a lot. 

And then, everybody opened the topic, JOSHUA.

I felt something churning and twisting in my stomach and I felt like I wanna puke, but somehow I managed to stay and listen to what they have to say. 

It's the natural feelings you get when you're nervous. 

I can't stop smiling when they started talking about my behavior and what I do in class. And suddenly, mom asked about my 'boyfriend' thing, AND my heart thumped faster. I swear it was going to drop anytime. 

I got the 8th position in class, but it meant nothing at all. My marks are low and I have to improve this second semester.