OBRE , my school.

I went to OBRE. Weird name that means having a pattern in which colors or tones fade into one another. I was obsessed with love stories since I was five. My mom was a big fan of romance. MY MOM is a divorced woman and single mom. Her genre in books, movies, comics. Her obsession with 'romance' was different I guess. Is it because she never felt it in her life. Back to the story , I felt like a main character entering OBRE, hoping I will find my true love. I was just a kid. But I wasn't the main character. It was Ace.

I was walking right in front of the gate. Everyone gasped. Was I that good looking? I thought to myself but no, it was ACE. Everyone couldn't take their eyes off him. And by everyone I mean 'me'. He was one-seventy point two-six centimeter guy. Man was charming. He looked stunning. I hate to admit it but he was really attractive to me. He came out of his yellow Lamborghini. Everyone was stunned. A handsome middle schooler with a yellow Lambo. Everyone started gossiping among themselves, "he's so hot" , "look at that rich ass dude", "he's so attractive", "I should totally ask him out". He was attractive, wealthy and already popular but all I could ever see was a frown in his face.

He walked right past me. He was an inch forward than me but then I tapped his back. He turned towards me and his aura felt black. Exhausted, Fatigue, Sadness. I could say he had a trauma or a clear sign of depression. Mostly both. Man was just not having it.

My mother was obsessed with romance and so was I. I had a fun childhood. Mom worked at a good company so we never had shortage of money or anything. My mom never said 'no' to me. But when I asked my mother about my dad her cheerfulness converted into anger. Two hours of lectures and not a single word about my father. I never dared to do anything like that ever again. I started my middle school at OBRE.

THIS IS OBRE , my school.