My fairytale

Long before now life seems to give love to many except me ,until the most beautiful , fortunate day crossed with me.

He is tall, handsome having this enticing lips of sweet smell.he bumped into me while l was going to my hostel.

I am the most quiet girl wth no friends but tagged by some trouble some ,rich girls in school as a saddist. Ha, l’ll say to myself let them be since am smarter, intelligent than they but not lucky in getting any guy falling for me.

On that fateful day ,l finally got a crush.oh my geez ,he exclaimed and was trying to gather my books which were now on the hostel staircase. Then l replied thanks.at that moment so many other girls were observing and already falling for a new student who bumped into a shy, cute girl.

Breakfast at my House

During the week we’re often walking out the door with a coffee in one hand and slice of toast in the other, but on weekends breakfast is never rushed. It’s a late affair, sometimes spilling over to lunch, with lots of reading and chatter in between courses of fruits, poached eggs, honey and toast. One of our favorite things we like to serve when friends are visiting are buckwheat blueberry pancakes.

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