The Catwoman (Short Story)
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could get the person whom we love most? What if love was easy to get? What if we didn’t have to love someone secretly? I wish things would work out with a girl I love. She’s the definition of perfection. She’s my ultimate dream, which I see every time. She’s the catwoman. She’s not a superhero but she’s a super girl in my life. But I’m too shy to tell her. My friends tease me a lot. I tell them that I have the confidence to speak with her, but no, I really don’t. I’d rather use my ninja skills to stalk her whenever I can. My pen rolls off the desk as I daydream about her. I am having an exam. Curiously, I’m done with it already, just on time. I hand over the answer sheets to the invigilator and walk out. I meet my friend, and I tell him my plans to wait for my crush to come out of the hall. We stand outside, from where we can see all the people coming out of hall. I’m fidgeting with my feet. I look around. I’m already feeling anxious before I see her.