summer

Hi, just call me Summer. I don't know why I'm so happy with summer. I'm a 19-year-old boy who loves listening to music. My alarm rings for the third time; I quickly get up, shower, and realize I'm late for class again. Deciding to skip, I head to a cafe near campus.

Ring ring…,The sound of a chair scraping interrupts my gaming; I look up to see a bespectacled boy. He teases, "Late again?" I nod, and he mocks, "Just too lazy to attend, huh?" I reply, "Up to you."

He is a fair-skinned boy with glasses, and it's hard to describe how funny his face is. Today, he's wearing a white shirt, black jeans, and white shoes. Looking neat as usual.

Ping ping…, our phones both buzz with a message from the same group, announcing that there's no second class today. I feel ecstatic since the second class is quite tedious. "Sky, where are you heading after this?" . the guy in front of me asks. Yes, my name is Sky, but I call myself Summer because I'm an active guy, always full of antics. My energy never runs out in a crowd, and not just that, I genuinely love summer for the perfect sunsets, sunrises, and the beachy scent.

But now, I'm starting to fall in love with autumn.