Someone Harry likes is his own old friend, none other than Grace. There is no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman. If there is a bond that was established during this time because Harry relented, reconciled to his little heart to further uphold the relationship between friends. Or fear that the existing bond could be broken if his declaration of love gets a rejection from Grace. Harry, deep inside, has a complex side of cowardice. The day he confesses to Grace is the day the girl officially has a relationship with someone else. “Why did you decide to end your one-sided feeling and confess to me?" Grace looked closely at her best friend's face. “Because today I finally believe I will get a rejection.” Harry's voice trembled, muffling the various feelings in his chest. He couldn't look at Grace's face. “You know I like you for a long time, but you keep quiet." “That because–” “I know, I understand…” Said Harry still in a weak tone of voice. “I also know what it means
The new season-by: Debbie Accepting someone's presence in your life the same means to accept the past and all what happened in that person's life. And I'm still not ready for it, choose to escape It's the best way to comfort yourself. The time we live in is now coming to an end, And the new season will come without waiting we have prepared ourselves to welcome or not yet. Everything in the blink of an eye changed. I decided to just look ahead without looking into the past... Writing prose is just one of Debbie's fad in pouring her thoughts and ideas. when she is struggling with complicated thoughts and makes her day gloomy. Then she put it on a pen stroke to bring out everything that dwells in the heart. The habit was probably formed from the outpouring of heart she wrote in diary. Then who would have thought that what Debbie wrote would be selected and posted on the bulletin board. There are no special requirements for students to include a work or writing to be posted
Their one-round trip has come to an end, now Debbie and Harry have returned to their original spot. Harry had been neglecting his duties for almost an hour taking the time to be with her, Debbie was aware of that. But then again she shouldn't be big-headed, it's just a form of Harry's caring as a friend. “Are you not going to get in trouble? They're not looking for you? You left out of duty to accompany me.” Debbie asked, not yet answering Harry's request to be friends. Still disturbed by the label of the committee in Harry's clothes. “Never mind. I've been keeping track of everything safely.” Although Debbie doubted Harry's reasoning, there was nothing she could do to prove it was true. If it becomes a problem, Harry will take the risk―that's what he meant by the word ‘don't mind’ just now. “So well, you can continue the task. thank you for spending the time with me." Debbie is leaving. Harry couldn't just let her go, “So what will you do now?” “I thought it was time to go hom
Debbie can't forbid Harry from joining girl talk time. What's more after Ivy invited and welcomed him with such warmth and enthusiasm. Yes, Debbie can endure for the sake of showing politeness and maintaining an attitude in the presence of her friends. But the further they went―no, more precisely, the conversation between Ivy and Harry made her feel uncomfortable to the point that she could no longer restrain herself. Talks about the behind-the-scenes story of Harry's one-sided feelings for his own best friend and ends in complete rejection. Watching Harry closely while he was by her side, Debbie's heart softened. Hearing every word he said that still cared for Grace above the wounds of his broken heart and pretending that everything was still fine, made her pay more attention to him. About a feeling that he has had for a long time but can't express. Until finally the girl was with someone else under the pretext that he did not want to spoil the existing bond. Or about the fact that
Women's hearts are weak, especially Debbie's. Simple kindness has made her heart flutter. Perhaps it is because that simplicity comes sincerely from the heart that has made her perhaps also fall in love? Debbie always pours out her restless heart on whom again if not Ivy. Together with Harry and the feelings she now feels for him, Debbie tells Ivy all of it. Maybe it's just a momentary feeling but it's been taking a toll on her lately. “Didn't you decide to be friends?" Ivy asked, confused. Debbie reluctantly concedes. "Yeah, I'm going to make friends, but―” “Don't tell me you really have a special feeling?” Ivy's conclusion is that Debbie's behavior is suspicious. “What a feeling! Don't cut me, listen until I finish.” Ivy refrained from being rash in drawing conclusions this time. “Okay-okay... What were you trying to say?” Debbie hesitated to speak. “You think I'm weird? Or is it overreacting?” Ivy's eyebrows furrowed in remembrance. “You mean? Which one is weird like what?”
Even at the weekend class meeting, when other children like fun free to play. After the end of school exams, students who participate in extracurricular activities remain busy with increasingly tight training schedules. Until the school holidays, they also still have a final training schedule and rehearsal. Performing in front of new students is no joke. It's just as important as showing up for the race. For several months they train the ability to line-up and memorize team formation movements repeatedly in the same way every day. In the midst of hot weather or cloudy days inviting drizzle, marching members can always be found in the middle of the school yard. At least they're training for 5 hours a day. In addition to marching and formation. The special forces team also practiced hard to perfection. Harry, Eddy and Grace are very serious about training as the front line of the team. “The three of them are all from my class, but why am I the only one who doesn't choosed?” wailed Alf
Still with confiding in Harry between extracurricular activities. “Why don't you just talk to each other, ask the reason directly. You said she always keep distance and stays away.just ask her about it.” “Aren't you saying you will help me? Figure it out. What's up with her really? You know her better than me.” because if Harry does something wrong again, he's not sure what's best anymore. “Look, actually, I'm still really angry with the two of you." Ivy said irritably, suddenly changing attitude. “You know, I got stuck between you while my own love affair was not progressing. You're Alfred's best friend but you're not helping me at all. Debbie is my best friend but even herself is getting closer to Alfred instead of me. Now, I don't get it at all." Ivy's protest at length conveyed her heart. “Anyway," Harry didn't think much about it. The young man tried not to laugh at Ivy's complaint, which for the girl must have been very serious anxiety. “Yes, how is it? I will play with Alfr
It was late in the afternoon, at the school building located in Malabar. The three main extracurricular clubs of red-cross, marching and Scout are training in their respective places. Scout teams can train in a variety of different places, more flexible how their activity needs. Sometimes in the school field, sometimes in the classroom and more often their activities outside the school area. While marching must always be in the field other than in the classroom. Then more flexible red-cross in the extracurricular room. If Harry wants to see Ivy, there's no need to look elsewhere. The girl must be in the room diligently training as a ace in the team. “Ivy, come with me for a moment. I really need you right now.” Harry's pull took Ivy away from the crowd to a quieter place. “I talked to Debbie and she said..." Harry told Ivy about his conversation with Debbie this morning on the way to school. He couldn't stop talking until Ivy's anger subsided. It's a precarious situation where he d