In My Desperate Time

I’m flustered by his look, as I always would be.

Whitney, as one of the judges of the competition, is two seats apart from me to my right.

She looks over my direction as France’s eyes.

I lower my head uneasily, with my breath being uneven.

“Are you nervous?”

Nicole seems to have sensed that something is wrong with me and turns around to ask me.

Her attitude towards me has literally changed since I was cleared of the last plagiarism. Now the way she talks to me can’t be gentler.

I give her a forced smile and shake my head.

“I’m good.”

“The competition will start in three days, so don’t worry. We still have time to collect materials and get the spark of inspirations.”

Nicole pats my shoulder to comfort me.

As the ceremony moves on, the host invites judges of the competition to the stage.

judges consisting of the

Donny, Whitney and a foreign old lady with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar,

Whitney stands beside Frances.

looks towards them and suggests in a smiling tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to

and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I

word of it injures my

to

audiences are

everyone likes to cheer up for the

slightly in the cheer, as

on Frances’s lips. The way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips seem to be

audience, but I feel he’s smiling at

his hands, bending forward and laying a soft kiss on

audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him

on my lips is always overbearing

for me to accept the fact that he

beautiful and romantic scene of

feet and say to Nicole with a quite low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable. I want to go back to the

I leave there

the hall, I run