Replying...
Intro. in the corridors of the secondary, where the hadiths are filled, and the looks are scattered here and there, James was walking with confident pace, as if the earth gave him the way from his excessive presence. A handsome boy, his features simulate the heroes of the stories, his popularity fills the place, and everyone whispered in his name. Girls are racing to draw his attention, filling the rows with endless conversations, as if it were a star that fell from a distant sky. But what most of them do not know ... I am his closest girlfriend. I am the one who knew his smile before everyone knew her, who kept his features before she fascinates her eyes. We were childhood friends, we accompanied each other in the first laugh, first fall, and the first dream. He treats me as a private private, joking me without cost, calling me in my name without titles, and securing for me his secrets that he does not whisper to anyone. People are watching this proximity between us with amazement, and some of them envy, as if they were seeing these the lucky girl who penetrated the spotlight around him without burning. With every look of jealousy, and every whisper of denunciation, I knew certainty ... that our relationship was something that their eyes could not realize, and do not explain it.

James

@Sia