short story

WHITE GREYBy: Nurul Rahmah
That night I'll remember all those times when I shared them with my high school friends, I can not count the tears falling droplets may kumuak, hate, as well as my love and be proud of myself. I'm a terpojokan hugging their attitudes made me realize I do not seisitimewa those born with a beautiful face, a treasure that affluent, urban and living environment.Remembered a memory where I was sitting in class one high school that I initially found it hard to adapt to everything. Good looks are mediocre, the cupu my style, and my brain is also made plain inferior to my surroundings. Is there a figure Kuberfikir friend who will accept me like this and if I can make them envious of kehidupaku to come, well tough it later. Story in the gray-white.Monday, June 4, 2010. The first day kumelukis story white and gray. That morning kutampil proud father and mother dressed in front of white gray gray scarf felt I was turning into a beautiful young girl at the time, know how to react waw their father and mother gave me two thumbs up, ladies and gentlemen thank've made me smile though kusadar kubiasa mediocre, prior to school hand kiss father and mother, the father and mother live messages all by heart yeah boy, because the heart that will guide your life. That's a message that guides my path.With my basmalah menginjatkan legs in SMA STATE 1 4 BUTTERFLY. Well this is the beginning of my struggle. Bell rings mark the student started but I do not know where my class is, his name is also new to the school so I do not know, when I was placed in class 1.e. I walked over and asked him to and fro looking for my class but it was almost stengah hours passed I have not been able, until kuberanikan myself asking the teacher, that's when I just know where my class. Friends and brothers were whispering, laughing class saw me as it made me think of the message you da mother so I should not because they'll hurt my heart so broken and no one to guide my life, even though I knew I was the one who diceritai and laughed at them, cupu my style which is laughed at them, I wore these shoes are shoes that I wore dull since I was in Grade 3 junior high, because parents do not want trouble so I refuse to buy new shoes kurawat it nicely though rundown but still appropriate. My feelings at that very sad but what to do anymore I deserved digituin, briefly my heart said wait one day you will pay for the insult you with success and adulation presatasi to be reached for later.Not a year passed I was living my life in high school, well despite almost a year but I just know a few friends who want to be friends with me, and even then can be counted on the fingers pity me.There are things that make me sad and disappointed to know what, I placed 2nd grade class languages, where students think the class is a language program where students are stupid and mischievous. At first I did not deserve this but I realize God has a wonderful plan that put me this class. Their views were ugly would class this language program I changed it into a special department considers language majors can not be taken lightly. That's when I change the attitude, style, appearance and habits after me.First day learning in English class with style berpakaianku arguably pretty well if given value can be 82, not the style cuman berpenampilanku changed but my attitude was that once I changed also my face looking down kalaw road, now dah kinda tall with a smiling face and a heart. My Changes did not know it was a positive result for my friends a lot and my record temaku started rising, I better study hard so that I was appointed to be the one that represents the school to carry the name of the school competition, and now I began to be proud of me, though there are still many were denounced and insulted at school.Messages kutanam father and mother within my heart leads me really. If the liver is maintained and shunned from heart disease will inevitably produce a noble heart. Live day by day with a million impressions I received gave me a great lesson in life, this is just the beginning of my life is still a lot of life to be filled with further trials. Do not be afraid to change if it all was not harming ourselves and others. All the experience I got was the teacher of the next trip.*****