Chapter 2

I've known Nathan for over ten years and we've been at odds for most of that time.

When I was young, Nathan was shy.

I was bold.

I grabbed a frog and shoved it into Nathan's hand. I told him to kiss it and make it a prince.

Nathan was scared and cried.

My parents beat me.

I was beaten up, but I didn't care.

I disliked Nathan for being timid.

Nathan said I was treacherous, wanted to see the frog turn into a prince, but didn't dare kiss it.

When I started junior high, I began to pay attention to my image and learned to moderate my words and actions.

I'm not reckless anymore.

I even put on the little white dress that I never touched before.

Nathan laughed so hard he crowed, saying I was imitating the school belle, cause she usually dressed like this.

I was angry, so I put mustard in his cake.

In high school, I liked the gym student in my class.

I wrote a love letter and asked Nathan to give it to him.

I didn't expect that after he embellished the story, he directly handed the love letter to my mom.

My mother ridiculed me.

I'm still angry about that love letter.

I wasn't weak either. I cursed Nathan and couldn't send any more love letters.

The ghostbuster asked, "Will you go to the wedding?"

"Yes, why not? The invitations have been sent."

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