It's a date.

I carefully climbed the tree that was outside my room through the window. With the help of a branch, I climbed up to the roof of my house.

I lied down on the sloping roof comfortable enough for the stargazing. This place is my thinking place. I come here whenever I want to hide from the rest of the world.

When we were in middle school, Vian found this place. The first time when I came here, I fractured my ankle trying to climb the tree. My mom grounded me for one week and made me promise that I wouldn't do it again. But of course, I didn't listen to her.

Today is one of those days when you feel overwhelmed just to get out of bed. I have a lot in my mind to think about, but I don't want to.

People used to say that High school is a look-alike of hell. I guess I am starting to feel it. When the boy you have feelings for who is also your best friend is dating your friend and on top of all that you need to stick with them all day faking a smile like you are ho