#TWBvol11 ; "maybe, the sequel is better."

we were raised on stories that made high school feel like a movie set. like we’d walk into the building and suddenly become the protagonist in a perfectly scripted teen romance. maybe we’d bump into the hot ketua osis and drop our books—instant connection. or maybe it’d be that annoying classmate we always argue with, until we get paired for a science competition and realize, oh no, he's actually kind of cute when he's passionate about physics. or that childhood best friend you’ve known since forever—slowly, feelings change, and now you’re questioning everything under the moonlight. 

but then reality hits. most days are just... gray. not in a sad way, just in a routine, familiar, numbing way. you wake up, rush to school, try to survive six subjects and group projects where no one replies in the GC. you eat the same food at the kantin. you laugh with your friends. you scroll tiktok in class. and honestly? there's no mysterious stranger appearing behind the lockers. there's no secret admirer note. there's just you... and the countdown to graduation. it's not that we don't want those dreamy moments. it's just that life didn’t give us the script. and yeah, sometimes it's disappointing when your "teenage love story" ends up being... platonic hangouts, crushes that don’t crush back, or just straight-up zero romantic storyline. but maybe, just maybe, that’s not a failure. maybe it’s real. because the plot we got might not be full of grand gestures or slow dances in gym halls, but it’s full of us. the growth, the chaos, the inside jokes, the 3AM breakdowns over deadlines, the found families, and yes, the quiet little almosts that made us feel something. and hey—this chapter may not be the love story we imagined, but who's to say the sequel won’t surprise us?