Okay so part II of the story is finally here.

Remember when I mentioned that everyone was so tense in my previous post?
Well here's the scoop.

This situation happened this week. The second week of the weirdest week of my life. In the first week, there was a couple of "events" that were unbearable and heartbreaking ( well...maybe not 'heartbreaking') but I shouldn't mention it here since it IS a personal matter.
Don't want to make stupid speculations right?

Anyway, about this week. Everyone was so tense. So weird. They were all on edge. They would get mad, not angry, MAD when someone or something is making noises. They were easily annoyed by almost anything.

Okay when I meant "everyone", I'm not really implying "everyone".
It's just that the number of my friends who were not in the mood that day could be considered as "many" so I just used the term "everyone". Some were ok and carefree enough.

So the most I was worried this week could be two of my friends. They were SO NOT in the mood this week I was almost afraid to sit near them or even look at them. They were SO moody...
They were actually making me moody this week.

But I mean, who can blame them right? They both have reasonable reasons as to why they acted the way they did. I kinda feel bad for them. I really do. I wish those things didn't happened to them. Especially them. They didn't do anything to deserve the things that happened to them.

It's just...not...fair....

The first one is actually an old friend of mine. We've been friends for what...3-5 years now?
She's also the one of first girls I ever confessed to. Well...ever since...you know...my Last...

I know I shouldn't post something like this. Something so personal to me and to the other party. She would kill me if she gets a word of this. But I'm not ashamed or embarrassed. Though she rejected me (still hurts btw. :P just kidding) but we're still close friends and still going strong. I would always cherished her as a friend. Wouldn't have any other way. Same goes to my other friends too of course. But I'm getting off-topic again. Back to the story.

These few weeks were not her best weeks. Coz her pencil case was stolen. I don't know why or how or who did it. All that I know is that it was stolen and still is. Apparently the culprit took advantage when she was in the muti-purpose hall. She put her bag outside with the rest of my other friends. They were told to put their bags outside and only allowed to bring a testpad/paper
and a pen to write stuffs down.

Although she didn't put her pencil case back into her bag, but she did put it in her file (I think) and covered it with a bag of a friend of ours. Unless the person who took it already know what he/she was looking for. So it's almost impossible to take it.

It was heartbreaking (here's the "heartbreaking" part i mentioned earlier. :D but seriously...) to see her like that. She was so down. So moody. So not in the mood to talk. I guess she handled it pretty well. From what I've seen anyway.

But the way she handled it. Keeping all those emotions bottled up inside. It must been tearing her from the inside out. Conflicts of feelings. Between just break down and give in to the tears. Or give in to the blinding rage.
It's hard for me. Just looking at her. Unable to do anything. Unable to help in any way. I felt so useless at that point.
But she wasn't the only one who was down this week.

I'll continue this one next time. It'll be just a short one. (I hope)
So till next time then. See you.