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.

are three judges consisting of the

foreign old lady with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but I can’t remember who she

Whitney stands beside Frances.

couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’,

language. I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what

word of it

me to see them

audiences are

likes to cheer up for the

as shy as

eyes involuntarily fall on Frances’s lips. The way he kissed me has printed in

the audience, but I feel he’s smiling

in his hands, bending forward and laying a soft kiss on her

bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss, as if

kiss on my lips is always overbearing and

so hard for me to accept the fact that he

beautiful and romantic scene of them makes me

low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable. I want to go

leave

door of the hall, I run slap