changing

YEPPPI.school holiday finally i get to go back home. staying in school for 3 week made me felt miserable. i loathed my class that ghazali was not suitable for me.who they thought they were, a handsome guy from north west, oh please! they were like a maniac,fantastically swelled head maniac.from the first day i went into the class i had felt an omen.yes it was true! the boys were stubborn why? because first they didn`t want to change the table arrangement.Now they asked us the girl to keep quite.hey i didn`t want to live in a graveyard plus i had a mouth. At first i was liked this always demand but now i can accept it slowly.i`m hoping that when i go back to school i will completely excepting the ghazalian attitude.

P/S:changing for a good thing was the  best way to be a better person