The Platonic Love

Anne, Looking for a pencil? Miss. Yu Na's voice caring about me. 

Yes, ma'am. Thank you. 

"Alright, Anne. Have a nice day" said Miss. Yu Na.

Of course, ma'am. You too. I replied.

Yes, I'm so excited to see my new class after the summer holiday. It's our first day at school after days and everything will be new that keeps me excited.

New class, new homeroom teacher, new friends, new lessons, new days. A whole brand-new life. You know one thing? This time, Miss. Yu Na is going to be my homeroom tutor. Yoo-hoo, I can't help the existing me.

The Anthem was voiced. Everyone rushed into rooms as the wind rushed yards. My friend and I waited in the corridor. We then sneaked in. I adore my seat beside the window that shares the pair with my friend. The bell rings, and the class starts. 

"Happy Day " Miss. You Na enters the class. 

Such sunshine with a bright smile on her face. We are like flowers that turn heads for the shine of the Sun. Sometimes, we are bees, buzzing the flowers Yu Na. Whoa, an amazing childhood life.

"Happy Morning, Miss. You Na" the class shouted. 

"You know, I have a very special surprise for you guys on the first day", Miss. Yu Na said. Yoo-hoo, the class shouting "Mam, please tell us. Don't keep us high in surprise." 

"Okay. Lemme tell you. This year we have a lot to have fun with. The principal had decided to have language lab, music studio, swimming, and some preparations for art and craft, some for sports, and especially classes with projector."

It was amazing news for me. I heard that we'll be allowed inside the library. This stopped me to hear more. I think I'm already dreaming of myself in a library. I don't know how other kids of my age feel about it, but the library means heaven like a place to me. I never had ever spent a day or continuous hours at any libraries. But my love for libraries especially books of historical stories that are animated for kids will never fall. I don't know if anyone who listens to my talks will believe in me or not. I know this would sound odd as hearing it from an early teen speaking all of history. However, it's the truth. It's me. Books, Books, and Books. I love its smell. I love to be with it. No matter I read it fully or not I adore it. I care for it. . I love books more than any characters in them. Have you heard a teen fall in love with mere books? You, see me? Yes, I'm the only one who loves myths and history. And Books will come to my mind whenever someone asks me about my profession in the future. It would be books. It should be related to books. I want to become a writer who writes emotions. Or if I can't affordI might have gone crazy over books to become a writer, I might end up having a bookstore or if I'm not able to have a store I'll be the most passionate visited any libraries of my liking. Ah... Books (having lory eyes that imagine books in the self). I smell something gloomy. Ah, I find it. There is a book on the tea table near me that reads the name, 'Soul Together in a Cursed Castle - know your darkness" interesting, isn't it? It might belong to my sister Annah. Ah, I should complete it before she would search for this. See you later.