My eyes widened in pure fascination under the warmth of the morning sun as i scanned the pages of my latest read which was surprisingly a tragedy from the 1920s. Me as a person who rarely found any good reads at all other than then those little comic strips you find on those magazines where the authors probably are just as clueless as I am on vocabulary (they used google to pass their tests),which seems completely out of the blue,but how can you ignore one with a headline shining so bright under the morning sun it almost feels like if it's from a fanfic; a truly wacky world we live in ,I am now somehow both intrigued and horrified by an old timey crime newspaper, and I guess that's a state of maturing. It was about a huge dramatic story of a crazy obsession of a girl over another girl way back in the 1920s. They lived in Connecticut which was not really far from here . One of the people who typed up the incident was the same age as me that time . The coincidence can't be ignored. As I continued to turn the page , I learnt that the girl who became obsessed would kill anyone in they way of her fantasy including to have slaughtered both of her parents due to them not supporting her at all. Of course being me , with the lowest horror tolerance ever in state and the lowest intelligence.i was already starting to flinch a little bit like a goldfish submerged from water ,probably expecting a some kind of ghost to come out of now where and eat my socks. As I notice the ticking clock on the wall of my miniature apartment. I realized it was already half past eight. And you know what I did? I made bounced to school. You can't even describe it was pasting or running anymore. I was half flying . With the sudden thought of my grumpy teacher in mind, I instantly got some kind of a speed boost like a video game. After sweating and looking flushed at school already. Too bad. I am late.
