There I was, as if shocked to find myself sitting on the far left of the aisle, I funnily told myself-in my dream-that I hate this Dream. So, okay, let's check out who are there: a self-proclaimed exclusive smartass students who always took the front row seats and puked out questions which answers can be simply found on the text books, if only they had read it before walking to the campus.
God, I have no freaking idea why I ended up dreamed it, but most of all, I don't know why I still dont like them though I had approved their friend request on my
