[indent][indent][indent][code]SUBJECT: ILOVEYOU[/code][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][code]► ATTACHMENTS: LOVE-LETTER-FOR-YOU.TXT.vbs[/code][/indent] [code]kindly check the attached LOVELETTER coming from me. rem barok -loveletter(vbe) rem by: ჰჩჩႣჩ / ჰჩჩႣჩ / ჰჩჩႣჩ / ჰჩჩႣჩ[/code] [indent][sub][color=85afd1][h3]r y a n m a y e z[/h3][/color][/sub][/indent] It didn’t take long before Ryan heard someone call her name and give her one of those tight hugs of ‘I Haven’t Seen You Since the Last Day of School Before Summer Vacation.’ If she was to be honest, she only enjoyed those hugs because it gave her some sort of social status — especially in the middle of the main hall. God, school was stressful. If it wasn’t trying to keep her grades up to the same par as her sister, then it was trying to juggle some social life the she did not particularly mind in a positive manner. And so, she embraced the hug as if the two had been in some long distance relationship that had kept them apart for far too long. First Day of School Excitement always made Ryan less enthusiastic about school. There was, perhaps, a time when she did get giddy, but she honestly could not remember why she had ever felt so optimistic about it. Nevertheless, she managed to fake a good attitude, for the most part. It was not as if she could shake her typical Ryan authoritative bitchiness. If by chance she had been able to shake it off, her first period class being Pre-Calculus solidified her morning temperament for the rest of the school year. As her body draped away from her friend — Esther, was it? — she totted her head and smiled, a smug lip pushed her cheek immaturely, [color=85afd1]“What’s your schedule like?”[/color] her hand nervously grabbed hold of her satchel’s strap, and she tipped the heel of her shoe against the filed floor to turn her body. Her eyes locked with Esther’s as she watched Esther follow beside her. She was rattling about something, [i]already,[/i] on a different subject entirely or maybe she never bothered answering. Ryan’s attention focused forward on the crowd of students. Her head was held up high, even though she had moments of deflation, wanting to tuck her face away and let her bangs shadow her stupid emotions. [color=ebe8c7]“I know it’s not a super hard class or anything, but I totally signed up for Apparel. Ryan, just hear me out. It is a great GPA booster, and holy shit, have you seen how fricking sneaky some of these jerks are?”[/color] Esther’s eyes widened in absurd disbelief. Her emerald green eyes stared right through Ryan, and while Ryan agreed with Esther about the perpetual cheating of the upper quarter percentile of the student body, she did not agree with Esther’s methods. [i]So, the first girl had been listening.[/i] It was lazy of her, but Esther was not the brightest despite maybe being someone that shamed Ryan in looks. Esther had large eyes and thick eyelashes and one those cute button noses, while Ryan had more pensive, angular features. If Ryan could beat Esther in something, it was, at least, intelligence. She’d let the vice slide, even if she did think Home Economic classes were completely useless. Besides, Esther looked smart despite her often times air-headed escapades. [color=85afd1]“Oh my God. I know. It makes me wonder why I even try,”[/color] she made a scoffed, [color=85afd1]“But, kill me, now, Esther. My first class is Pre-Cal. God must hate me. I swear. I already have enough trouble getting out of bed as is,”[/color] her face frowned, and her eyes shifted. She hated admitting a weakness, but face it, who even enjoyed getting or of bed in the mornings – aside from Violet? Her hand slid down the strap of her messenger bag as the two rounded the hallway. Esther brushed her body into a swaying position with her hands tucked behind her back. Her wavy, golden hair draped playfully in her movement, [color=ebe8c7]“My class is the other way, Ryan. I’ll see you later, girl, and... have fun in [i]Calculus,[/i]”[/color] Esther spun around and tapped her shoes gleefully down the school corridor. [i]Short and sweet. Just like Esther.[/i] Ryan watched the waltz for a brief thought and then shrugged off the casual air-head Goodbye of Esther. It was only a matter of time before she would run into someone else she knew, and Esther was such a Social Butterfly, Ryan found herself being a Wall Flower when she was around the group. She did not need Esther stealing the limelight all the time. No, it was not that bad, but God, when did she start feeling so conscientious over her appearance? Ryan's eyes studied the tips of her shoes. Fluorescent lighting reflected on the black surface. What was is it Zhuqiaomon told her, again? Who cares anyways? [i]I do. I care.[/i] Ryan lifted her head with confidence, again and continued walking, combing the door numbers hazily. Maybe she could make it to class without being bothered, again. She was suddenly in a much fouler mood than before. [i]So much for shaking it off.[/i] Whether it was Esther or not, Ryan was unaware. [i]God, I hate going to school.[/i]. Maybe it was the stale walls, so similar to that of a prison. If it were not for the wood doors, it might as well have been one. Who even painted over brick? It was so tacky -- like her stupid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. [i]136,[/i] Ryan shifted gears. Her mind raced to a better place, and she entered the room.