He is a boy, impatient, impulsive, emotional work, not thinking. His school life was a series of conflicts and fighting battles. Until one day having small term - God Di.
After the rift fight, he was seriously injured, it hurts not to be, bicycle thrown rolling on the deserted streets. Then ... a small forward, not necessarily just accidentally go past the small shock him on the shoulder, into the nearby hospital.
He woke up saw torso bandaged luxuriant lum. Small sitting next to him, see him provinces, small ask, yelled at him and walked out he could not open his mouth to respond to a word. A moment later, he ran into the mother laments ask then go buy food for him.
He sat up, leaning his head tuo ng think about small. He used very little long, eight years after moving to smaller classes in grades two him. Small tall, long hair neatly braided, with his eyes, striking-looking face. Small mood quite frankly, unlike the girls at school. Which he does not like to play with girls, so do not pay much attention.
Since that day, his small eyes more, small but beautiful smile that smile never win gave him. He sad. He was always interested in small, take the small guard. He's better at fighting. He likes small, and he realized that he expressed in a place not romantic. Very normal, he had no knowledge of romantic, even a little. Just wondering, would deny small, yet little thought nodded with a smile. The smile made his heart melt. Then, small and he was a double.
Small is the extrovert, or lead him hang around, he then taught it to play games, time used it must be very happy, until one day, we contacted his old friends, want him back to life feathers Iguana before. He refused and then also to what we handle small, he ran to help small and stabbed in the back while supporting small. The first time he saw a small cry, heart sank, painful wound is bleeding, coma, and he lost consciousness. He died.
Small scream, cry a lot ... a lot ...
Author: Self In
