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Once upon a time...not long ago (1)
Hello, I'm a dust mite. I just want to write a series story. In the style of a famous writer...but it would be too difficult. So let's start with the short story series first. Invite friends Let's get to know my friends. once upon a time valentine rose shy love

It's difficult too. Because Yai Fong and I are not fans of Phong. So how do I know what kind of sentences Pong likes? More importantly, I've never had a boyfriend. There's no doubt about the sweet card. Or even the word "love" I've never heard before. If I were to write, I would probably just copy sentences from the internet or books I'd read.

But it probably doesn't come from real feelings. I can't know the feelings of the writer and the person receiving it.


“Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring” the sound of the alarm clock of the friend next door. A loud roar echoed throughout the room. Then followed by a sweet voice. who offered to help the alarm clock work again

"It's time to wake up. Wake up. Wake up."

As soon as the alarm sound stopped, a pillow from an unknown origin floated down and landed on my body, who was hiding my head under the pillow to avoid all the noise. and put yourself into a blissful sleep again

"Oh!" Who dared to do this? How can you not be bored? Well, today is a holiday. Then they woke up early again. It's only half-past five.

“Dust, where are you going to sleep and eat in the city? It's already late, Wei.”

“Oh, Jeez, it's 5:30 a.m. Where are you going in such a hurry to wake up? Today is a holiday,” I protested, but was stopped because Miss Jae and Miss Alarm Clock were both dressed in full school uniforms.

"Oh, you're going to make up class today? ... You're studying, so why do you have to wake other people up?" After saying that, I threw myself on the bed to continue sleeping. Not paying attention to surroundings Well, people will sleep here. Even if the sky falls I don't care if the ground breaks down.

“Fucking dust,” the fierce voice of the cruel girl sounded next to my ear.

“What else?” I slowly peeked my head out of the blanket.

“What day is it today?”

It's Sunday. Yesterday was Saturday. Why? Don't tell me that I don't remember the day." When I finished speaking, everyone laughed together as if they had made an appointment.

“Dusty bastard, get up here.” The cruel woman snatched the blanket from me. So I reluctantly got up.

“Ai, tell me, what day is it today?” The cruel girl turned to her sweet-voiced alarm clock mother, who was now carrying a notebook into her bag in a good mood.

“It's Monday,” she replied sweetly, trying to hold back her laughter. When I saw my face of disbelief

“How can it be Monday? Well, I only had one day off. Don't embarrass Nong Ai." I turned to yell at Mom's alarm clock. Nong Ai laughed and threw the calendar at me.

“Here... go take a look.” I flipped it over and handed it to my friend who was yawning with stars next to her.

“Miss Fondue, are you lazy?” Miss Sponge immediately slapped the hand holding my calendar away.

“You don't have to look. Today is Monday The reason you only get one day off is because On Saturday, you go to school to make up for it. If you're going to complain, go complain to your teacher over there... Oh, what time is it? Can I take a shower in time?" After saying that, Sponge jumped up from the bed, grabbed a towel, and rushed into the bathroom.

I thought about it for a while, but the damn head didn't stay still. It kept saluting me. Until the cruel lady couldn't stand it and sent a big pillow to wake me up.

“Thump” the pillow settled right in the center of my head.

“Oh my gosh, what are you doing? People are thinking,” I shouted, covering my mouth and yawning.

“You don't have to come and dance, Fung. You can go take a shower now. I'll give you ten minutes.” That cruel brat stood up.

"look for!! You can only wash one leg in ten minutes.” I jumped off the bed and jumped into the bathroom immediately. But still negotiate

“Five minutes,” the cruel woman replied. Made me really sick. Because I don't think that cruel girl would dare to make this joke. Oh, in five minutes, I don't have to do anything, just change clothes, I don't know if I'll be in time or not.

“Alright, ten minutes is all right.”

Miss Sponge and I dress up and race against time. As for Young Jeom Brut and Young Nong Ai, they are already waiting outside. It was the busiest morning for me. I was the last person to leave the room. The cruel girl gave me a sweet smile. Which looked like she had bared her teeth. Miss Sponge suddenly asked without flute.

“Dusty bastard, have you combed your hair yet?” I thought for a moment and then shook my head in denial.

“Forget it, don't comb and go, you won't be in time for the bus. See you all this evening.” I grabbed my school bag and immediately ran to wait for the car.

“Who gets the little rose to eat this evening?” Nong Ai shouted behind me. I almost tripped over my own feet. Just remembered today is Valentine's Day. It's a day of love. But it was my unlucky day.

“Is it Valentine's Day or the day I die? But... hey, I'm definitely going to die. Where can I find that rose?” I thought to myself.

When I arrived at the bus waiting point, I looked for friends who went to the same school as me. Because at least I would have friends to talk to while riding to school. The distance is not close. And if there is a traffic jam, haha, Indra calls and orders work until they chase me down and I still haven't made it to school.

“Hey, you dusty bastard, what did you promise me?” I was startled. What have I gotten myself into and made a promise to someone else? ..sigh, I'm really bored with myself. But when I saw her carrying a bouquet of red roses from far away, I immediately remembered. Well, I ended up promising her that I would give a rose to her boyfriend. It's my bad luck that I ended up studying at the same school as my girlfriend. The fate fell on me.

“Call him nicely. If you're using a friend, just say it in a nice way. If you have a name, please call it correctly. Otherwise, I'll change my mind...ha ha ha, don't warn me if you're cute, Wei.”

“Stop it, you dusthead. Promise and you must do it. Haven't you ever heard what they said? The king has spoken…” I immediately waved my hand to stop him.

“Haha, I'm Farmer Wei's son. Don't be shy, I'll go. Drag the fierce girl along with you. I walked over there.” I grabbed the bouquet of red roses from her hand and ran to the car immediately.

“This evening I will wait to see the work.

thanks

Yes, friend.

love”

Girl blow me a kiss I shook my head at her insanity. and immediately walked to an empty seat

I'm Fong or Sponge. Is it Ai or Ai Fon? and Je Laong or me and my friends Secretly calling me "Je Jom Chom" behind my back. We've been friends since middle school. But when they get to high school, everyone chooses the field that they are good at. As for me, I want to change the color of my gym uniform to take the entrance exam for a new school.

But by chance I ended up getting second in my line. Until the day of receiving the certificate, I refused to go again. How can I give it away? Because I didn't believe I could do it, I studied so-so and mostly played. There must be something wrong. Not a similar last name The examination examination system may also be seriously flawed. So I don't really care that much.

I don't care which room you'll be in. I only care that I changed the color of my gym uniform. I want to wear sweet colors. This has been a long time coming.

The result came out as follows. Yai Fong and Yai Nong Ai are at the same school. Sister Laong is in the same school as you. As for me? I'm alone. I'm jumping, hiding, running away. There's no one there to catch me.

When the car stopped in front of the school gate, me and my friends Nearly ten people gradually got out of the car. As the car moved, my respected friends waved goodbye and quickly overtook me.

“What the fuck is wrong with these guys? I guess I'll hurry up and find my girlfriend or go copy my homework." I muttered softly and walked to the science building to give the bouquet of flowers to my girlfriend because I was too lazy to carry it here and there. Honestly speaking. That I'm shy.

But along the way, the students who passed me looked at me strangely. I didn't care about anything. The closer I got to the science building, the more I became a target of the eyes of students, both seniors and juniors.

“Eh, what are they looking at? I just forgot to comb my hair. It's not like I'll ever forget one day." I mumbled and quickly walked towards my target, who was walking up the building.

“Nat Nat” I shouted as loud as I could because I was too lazy to follow him up the building. My time is more valuable than anything because I have to rush to eat breakfast. And when I looked at the time and saw there were less than twenty minutes left until I was in line, I forgot to be a little embarrassed.

Nat turned at the sound and walked towards me. I smiled happily because the red rose bouquet was finally going to find its owner.

“Take this, it's yours,” I immediately handed it to Nat.

“Who gave it to you, Dust?” Nat smiled and stretched out her hand to take the rose bouquet with care. I saw it and couldn't help but be annoyed.

“Don't be so smooth as to ask. You know who it belongs to. You can call this guy this evening or you can go look for him. I'm going, I'm hungry." After saying that, I walked straight to the cafeteria. But my damn ears heard the children. That line was talking.

“Wow, you're so cute. This woman put her all into it. Forget about being shy about giving flowers to men first.”

“A big bouquet too. I'd better give it to Brother Nat, hehe."

I turned left and right to look for the mentioned target, but there was none. The sound of your stomach warning you that

“I can't take it anymore,” made me give up trying to look for the cause of the story.

Hunger really doesn't appeal to anyone. My two legs walk quickly. Go straight to the cafeteria to satisfy your stomach's needs immediately.

The sweet days of lovers gradually faded away. Passed slowly in my feelings. “Valentine's Day” for me is not much different from ordinary days. It might add to the chaos. Laughter from people who are fulfilled The cries of disappointed people are just that.

“Fun, you secretly have a girlfriend,” Yoko, a classmate, opened up when she saw that most of her friends were only interested in cards and flowers. Me, who was just sitting and thinking about things. I was startled and almost fell off my chair.

“Whoa... Where did you get those words? A card or a flower, I still don't have it. Not like you guys We got it and left with a bang. Oh, you beautiful people can choose."

“Hey, Dusty, stop talking to me. I don't really like this person.” Yard, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers and walking towards the trash can at the back of the room, immediately turned and scolded me.

“No need to change the subject, Dust. Someone saw you give a big bouquet of roses to Nat at the Science Building.” I gasped. I'm trying to avoid my friends. Is it not over yet?

"That's for sure. Seriously, when did you secretly have an affair?" Yoko tried to ask. I made a sad face. Then he began to tell everyone the whole story.

“Ha ha ha ha ha, it's the post office, oh my, I thought you had a boyfriend. I'm going to invite everyone to celebrate a bit. But it's good. It's considered good luck for Nat that that rose bouquet isn't yours," Yoko said with relief.

“What do you mean?”

“Whoever gets you as a girlfriend is extremely unlucky.” After saying that, Yoko grabbed her school bag and ran out of the room amidst the laughter of her friends.

“Then it shows that that woman who forgets her shame is also you. Another friend turned to ask me, who was also shoveling treasures into his bag to prepare to leave.

I gasped again. If so, does that mean that the person the middle schooler was talking about was me? ... I wanted to scream. I tried my best to find the woman who was so embarrassed I almost died. It was actually me. The more I think, the more resentful I become. If this good girl hadn't given me a bouquet of dangerous roses, I wouldn't have been so unlucky.

As soon as I finished putting everything away, I ran out of the classroom. I completely forgot the idea of ​​picking up roses from the trash can to avoid having to feed my friends. But as soon as I got out of the car, a girl who appeared out of nowhere ran up and hugged me.

“Funjai, thank you very much,” she said in a sweet voice. The more you see a clear face of it and I really want to scream in my face. But when I saw what was in her hand, I smiled.

“Oh, please, flowers, all of them.” After saying that, I immediately snatched the flowers from her hand.

“Consider it compensation,” she gasped.

“No, this is P'Far's. I almost died fighting with those damn fans to get this much,” she shouted. But when sugarcane enters the elephant's mouth, is it possible for the elephant to spit out the sugarcane?

“I don't know, I've got it. May you be happy with Nat.” After saying that, I waved goodbye and hurried back to my room.

I jumped for joy. Nearly ten flowers in my hand made me feel so good that I completely forgot about my daring bouquet of roses.

“Haha, today I get to eat for free, eat for free, eat for free, eat for free,” I sang in a song all the way to the room. Many friends looked at me and shook their heads in disgust at my madness. But who cares? Well, today I will save money on one more meal. If it were you, would you be happy?

As I opened the door, I was shocked when a strange guest rushed over and hugged me with all his might. With her tall figure making someone small like me (A bit exaggerated) Lost control and fell on my butt. Flowers in hand bowed their heads in respect when I was thrown against the door.

"Oh, you giant fish, what are you doing? All my flowers are broken." I slowly lifted my frail body up.

“Oh, it's called Khao Pla Yak. I'm dead skinny myself. Fat and round like a doll. You have such a good figure,” the fish teased at me.

“Er, so what? You can't choose to be pretty,” I sarcastically returned.

“Why did you come? I'm not going on a date with my boyfriend. This room is a room for single people. I don't welcome guys with boyfriends. You can go." I waved my hand away.

"Are you stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? It's that fish's boyfriend who is at ..." Miss Fong couldn't stand it anymore.

“Then let's go back to the phone and talk with you,” I said, tossing a flower towards Nong Ai who was sitting with her eyes drifting to Mars.

In conclusion, this evening I got to eat for free. There's no doubt about who the babysitter is. Because of this event, the giant fish invested out of her pocket and fed all four of us with food to our hearts' content. I tried to ask why it had come, but he only replied:

"You'll know for yourself." So I was too lazy to ask and let it be revealed by itself.

"I'm here. I want you guys to help me think of a touching sentence. I'm going to write a card for Phong." Yai Pla immediately got to the point. Seeing that everyone was full

“I don't want it,” said Little Ai and Brutal Girl in unison. Miss Fish turned towards Miss Fong. The party was startled and waved their hands in disapproval.

“Oh no, really, fish. So, is this Phong your girlfriend or my girlfriend?” Yai Fong dropped the question in the middle of the group. But before Miss Pla could answer, the phone calls of Miss Je Chomchai and Miss Ai Nong Ai rang. The two then rushed into the bedroom. It's just me and Fong who have to help solve the problem for the giant fish.

“Fucking dust,” the fish girl turned towards me.

“Bring it and I'll write it for you. But we'll have to work together to think of a sentence, Wei." I said while looking for paper to make a Valentine's card for Miss Pla.

We debated about touching sentences. of Yai Pla for almost three hours In the end I had to put down the paper. And let Miss Pla do everything on her own.

It's difficult too. Because Yai Fong and I are not fans of Phong. So how do I know what kind of sentences Pong likes? More importantly, I've never had a boyfriend. There's no doubt about the sweet card. Or even the word "love" I've never heard before. If I were to write, I would probably just copy sentences from the internet or books I'd read.

But it probably doesn't come from real feelings. I can't know the feelings of the writer and the person receiving it.

In the end, the little fish threw away the paper and put down the pen and turned to using the phone instead. Miss Fong and I both laughed at Miss Pla's final choice. I stood up and gave the fish a smile before leading myself into the bedroom. By leaving my troubled and headache-inducing story behind me. Smile and welcome the new day that will come in just a few minutes. Laugh at being still single and not being embarrassed about your new status.

I lay down But the damn hand touched something. A small card with

chockolat

A heart shape lies peacefully under the pillow. I picked it up There is no need to search for the owner to be difficult. Because I get it every year

“Thank you, Nong Ai. Thank you, my fierce sister. And you sponge girl…” I closed my eyes slowly. Bring yourself back to a blissful sleep...

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Hello, I'm a dust mite. I just want to write a series story. In the style of a famous writer...but it would be too difficult. So let's start with the short story series first. Invite friends Let's get to know my friends. once upon a time valentine rose shy love...
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