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CHAPTER 6 Part 1 *(edited)*

[Author: So before starting I would like to say you something......first as you can see the ch heading, says Ch 6 part 1.....it is because I didn't get time to complete the full ch because due to the extreme rise in temperature, our country government has delayed the time of exam.....the exam which is supposed to be ended by now will start from 10 th June (Btw 4th June was my birthday ) so I managed to somehow post the first half....I didn't want to but actually had to post it....so please cooperate.

And Secondly about the above image...it is one of my insta posts/edits because I didn't get time to search for a picture so please make sure to follow me on insta:
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I'll try to upload the part 2 as soon as possible....

Thanks bye..... ]

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(Y/N) POV:
I did my best to dry my hair using a towel since my hair dryer wasn't working, but unfortunately, it didn't do a very good job. Frustrated, I cursed the towel under my breath, wondering how my mom managed to dry her hair with it.

Ugh! Stupid towel....

While battling with the stubborn dampness of my hair, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and noticed that the TV was on, with Boboiboy sitting on the sofa, but instead of watching the screen, he was looking directly at me, his eyes slightly widened.

As our gazes met, he quickly averted his eyes towards the TV, but not before I caught a glimpse of his blushing face. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but blush in response.

Trying to maintain my composure, I approached the sofa where he was seated and took a seat myself. From the corner of my eye, I could still see his flushed face, which only made me blush even more.

Curious to start a conversation, I mustered the courage to speak up. "Hey... um... what are you watching?" I asked, attempting to sound casual.

Boboiboy seemed a bit taken aback by my sudden question. "Huh? Oh... uh... a show named La llorona," he replied, his voice slightly shaky.

My excitement couldn't be contained. "WHAT?!!" I exclaimed, quickly glancing at the calendar to confirm the date. Sure enough, today, on this particular channel, from 6:00 a.m. to 12:00 a.m., they were airing a series of haunted movies, short films, and stories.

"No way... I really wanted to see this movie," I lamented, feeling a sense of disappointment.

Boboiboy looked confused. "Well... you're watching it now," he said, his tone filled with uncertainty.

I clarified my desire, "No, I mean from the beginning."

"Oh... why? Do you like horror movies?" he inquired, trying to understand my preference.

"Not really... but I overheard my classmates talking about this movie, so I wanted to watch it," I explained, a tinge of sadness in my voice.

Boboiboy seemed puzzled. "Your friends told you about it?"

Sighing, I began to open up about my situation. "No... they're not really my friends, just classmates," I admitted, a hint of sadness evident in my tone.

"Huh?" Boboiboy expressed his confusion, prompting me to delve deeper into my story.

"When I joined (Your school name) in second grade, I don't know why, but most of the students didn't like me. They thought I was a useless girl. The popular girls, especially, were jealous because I was one of the smartest girls in the entire ninth grade," I recounted, my voice tinged with bitterness.

I continued, "I only have a few 'friends' who rarely talk to me, except when they need help with homework or a project. The rest of the time, they just ignore me. I used to get bullied, but recently I started standing up for myself. Some boys developed crushes on me, but I rejected them, which made the girls even angrier because they are always asking me out instead of them... and that's my story."

As I finished speaking, I noticed Boboiboy's face filled with sadness and a hint of concern.

"I'm really sorry to hear that," he empathized with genuine sincerity.

I brushed it off, trying to maintain a façade of nonchalance. "It's okay, not a big deal," I replied, although my true emotions were still evident.

Concerned, Boboiboy probed further, "If they're bullying you so much, why haven't you told your parents?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I explained, "Nah... I don't want them to get into any trouble. Besides, I'm kinda used to it now," I admitted, though deep down, I longed for things to change.

............to be continued