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

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

Whitney stands beside Frances.

Now that the theme of this competition is

I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made to Frances

it injures my

for me to see

audiences are

seems that everyone likes to cheer up for the fun, on

in the cheer, as shy as an innocent young

me has printed in my mind. Thinking of

audience, but I

face in his hands, bending

yells and whistles in the audience. I bite my

me like this. His kiss on my lips is always overbearing and wild,

to accept the fact that he

wretched. Such a beautiful and romantic scene of them

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

I leave

the door of the hall, I run slap into a