It was the last day of school, I carried my bag, take a step out of the classroom. I saw students cheering and I remembered there's two weeks of holiday. I peeked through the window, waiting for my friends' goodbye,but I was invisible once again. A goodbye wave won't make any difference, no one will notice me, but I remember God does. So I look up to the sky, and gave thanks.

After that case, you're cold to me. We still talk and stuff but I felt like there's a wall between us, maybe not just one, but thousands. I'd tried crushing them down, but soon gave up. I shouldn't had gone to that camp, it builded that walls. My emotions are unstable, I scolded my mom for no reasons, and soon cried on my bed, I felt like a loser. Ordinary teenage life huh?

It happened for quite some time ago. I don't know why, but I sort of changed my mind. I realise going for the camp was a right choice. “A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked” I saw everyone's true colours. They're just my friends, plain friends. There's better friendship to save.

It was a christian camp, so why regret? I felt I'm closer to God now. I'm more involve in church and cf activities. And that's a miracle. :D