Leona's POV

I don't understand it. The way life works, I mean. The reason why the bell rings everytime the class ends. The reason how droplets find its way into the soil on earth. The way sound is produced. They all jumble up my head.

It's because those things were never said to have any reason behind them. Why do we even exist? It's those which confuse me. How some people can be smarter than others. How someone is more talented than the other person. It can be quite fascinating, honestly.

"Okay class," Ms. Janes started. She was the Physics teacher and had been working here for as long as 12 years. "your homework is on page 209, don't forget to do it."

The bell rang, and we all stood up. We raced to the door, for it was already lunchtime. Considering I never even had anyone to talk to in my free time, I wasn't as jubilant as everyone else was.

I walked to my locker, it's number was 235. My passcode was 321, I know. It was stupid. But that's what people don't expect. They expect it to be all smart when in truth, it was actually really simple.

These things, I've learned from them over the years. I was an introvert, I only had acquaintances. I learned to be observant, just lurking in the shadows. It taught me that we never know what is truth until we see it.

I put my books in the locker, got my lunchbox and closed it. I started walking towards the cafeteria, where everyone was at.

I walked in, and as usual, it was crowded. Unlike most schools, (I think) there were extra tables at the back. I think it was meant for people who didn't have anywhere else to sit. Most of the tables were really small, so it could be easily understood.

I sat at my usual table and put my lunch down. I opened it and started eating my sandwich. While I was, I got my sketchbook and opened it to a blank page.

Artistic, abstract, those are some keywords to consider in making fine art, as my mom taught me. She was a professional painter. She was once a farmer in the countryside, and she worked a lot with animals. Eventually, she developed a liking to painting pictures of them.

I was moving my pencil around, focused on the lines and shading, I stopped eating entirely. You could say I had inherited a lot from my mother. Family, and art, it's all I need for a good life. Most would say family and friends, but considering I never had any I couldn't really say that.

In moments, I could feel someone's eyes on me. My pencil stopped, my hands frozen. I immediately became self-conscious. Just because I didn't have nor need any friends doesn't mean I don't get nervous around people.

I turned and looked around to see who was staring. Soon, a certain boy caught my eye. He was the boy staring. He had these dark-ish, emerald eyes. His brown hair was shaggy, matching the copper tone of his skin.

There was something about him, something about the way he watched me. It was quite, I didn't know how to explain it. It was the kind where you feel like your heart is being pulled by strings from different places.

It made me curious. Curious to know more about him, more about how he acted. Something inside me was urging me to go to him and, I don't know. To just go to him.

Once he had seen I had caught him staring, he immediately looked away, a tint of blush appearing on his face. It confused me. Why was he even staring? Suddenly, I noticed that I had been unknowingly been circling my pencil around the sketchbook this whole time.

I looked down and checked my drawing. What had been resulted was shocking.

It was a drawing of the boy.

Yip's POV

I looked away, blushing profusely as she had caught me. I saw glimpses of her, walking through the school, all these years. She was observing, while I observed her, you could say.

What are you doing thinking of such a pretty, sophisticated girl? The stupidity of your mentality will only damage her.

No. Not this again. Not you again!

Don't be so selfish. We all have the rights to say our opinions on everything. You don't have a say in telling me what to do.

Stop it! I don't want to hear you anymore!

What did I just say? Didn't I state that we had the rights to speak our own, truthful opinions?

I was breaking down.

"Stop it!" I screamed, unknowingly. I was know kneeling on the ground, covering my ears. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I bet the girl would think I was a weirdo, aright now.

Suddenly, I saw feet in front of me, wearing black boots. I looked up, and saw a helping hand towards me.

"Need a hand?" Asked the girl, who I had been staring at for these past years.

Narrator's POV

The two young adolescents thought it would change a lot. They were wrong. It changed everything. Everyone's fate were changed. No one ever knew why. No one will ever know why. Love knows no answer, as it does not question. 

As the girl of curiosity fell in love with the boy of insanity, things were bound to change.

Forever.

A/N WALANG FOREVER! Fellow Filipinos, you must understand this. YOU MUST.

Bye.

~Lena