Regina is a brilliant student who always strives to be perfect, under the constant pressure of her parents. Her world is turned upside down when she finds out that her academic rival is none other than someone she knows in the past. Regina's despera...
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Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I continued my studies with a renewed focus, spending long hours in the library and pouring over textbooks. The guitar became my solace, my escape from the pressures of my life.
I rarely spoke with my parents, keeping to myself and focusing on my studies. They seemed distant and cold, as if their disappointment in me had created a rift that could never be mended. I knew they were still angry about Angelo, but I couldn't bring myself to apologize for loving him.
Instead, I threw myself into my work, burying myself in textbooks and assignments. It was a lonely existence, but it felt safer than the vulnerability of love.
But despite my best efforts, my thoughts still drifted back to Angelo. I remembered the way his fingers danced over the guitar strings, the sound of his laughter, and the warmth of his embrace. The memories were bittersweet, a reminder of what I had lost.
But the guitar gave me a sense of purpose, a way to channel my emotions and create something beautiful. I played it whenever I could, losing myself in the music and the way it made me feel.
And as the years passed, I found that the guitar had become a part of me. it was also a symbol of my own resilience and strength. It was a way for me to express myself when words failed me, and to find beauty in the midst of pain.
I knew that I would never forget Angelo, but I also knew that I had to keep moving forward. The guitar was my constant companion, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still music to be made.
I love music...as much as i loved him.
But I couldn't believe this day would came.
I couldn't believe it. After all these years of being on top of the class, someone finally matched my score. It was as if the universe had sent me a reminder that I couldn't let my guard down. The only thing is, I had no idea who this person was. The name on the test paper was...oddly familiar to me, and I couldn't help but feel a bit unnerved.
I started to observe my classmates more closely, trying to match the name on the paper with a face. It's someone I knew before? Or was it someone new? The suspense was killing me. I found myself feeling a strange mix of excitement and anxiety at the thought of having an academic rival.
As the days passed, I started to notice a quiet and unassuming student in the back of the classroom. He never really talked to anyone and always kept to himself. I realized that he was the one who matched my score. It was surprising, to say the least.
But the more I observed him, the more I realized that he was a formidable opponent. He doesn't let anyone see his face for his nose is always under a textbook. He was sharp, focused, and determined. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration for him. It was as if we were in a silent battle, each of us trying to outdo the other.
I knew that I had to step up my game. I couldn't let myself be overtaken by this mystery rival. I spent long hours studying, pouring over my textbooks and notes, determined to stay ahead. But even as I pushed myself harder, I couldn't shake the feeling that this new challenge was only just beginning.
