"Ma, can I stick to it," "maybe someday you will be able to stick, you just need to try, try and try. You just need to fight hard my son Rangga. You're a native of Minang, where are those Minang never giving up? "I talked with my mother. My desire to stick is blocked by my eyes, because my eyes are BLIND. Maybe this seems impossible to some people, but I will try as I said.

"Mama, is it with my eyes like this that I will be able to stick to it?", "Yes, because ..., Mom has brought a teacher who is a special teacher for you !!!" I heard my mother's words I was surprised and also happy "wow, that means I can stick. Where is the martial arts teacher? ", I also heard the sound of footprints leading to my room, and my mother exposed my body to someone I could not see.

"Hi, what's your name, kid?" Heard from his voice he seemed to be 35 years old "my name is rangga" I said nervously "no need to be nervous, I was the one who would train to be on the heels. My name is Ahsan, you just call him Ahsan. "" I ... i ... yes sir Ahsan "I said feeling nervous and nervous

Friends, I certainly do not believe that I am only educated because of trivial matters, namely because of loneliness, and as a result now I am in grade 9 in a private school in the complex I live in.

I chose a school that was not far away because of saving costs and energy even though my parents might still be able to pay for school until it was finished, but because I wanted not to burden my parents then I wanted to.

At my school, the majority of children were spelled out that their parents were earning above average, and there was still a thick class of social classes.

Did not run away from the fact that I was also one of ten people who were ostracized from association, even though my age needed association to be able to survive in the environment wherever I lived.

Friends at my school have an average account on social media in cyberspace, which changes their growth period so quickly to become adults in terms of relationships, they often insult their friends who don't know about the media.

I also did not escape from that, every morning when I just arrived in front of the class, my classmates who hated me started asking thousands of questions to me, for example "Jo, you uploaded what photo last night, why not mark me in your picture ? That's one of the mockery of my friends, hearing that I can only bow my face without daring to look at the faces of those who seem so happy and busy with their busy life in the virtual world or whatever it's called.

Because as a result of often hearing the boos from them, I felt uncomfortable and a little different from the previous Jo. I became more curious and wanted to get to know more about social media that is already famous now.

Luckily, my father didn't mind when I expressed the intention to buy a communication device like friends. When I already have a cellphone I began to explore one by one the applications that are there that will later connect with the pseudo or virtual world.

Initially, friends at school were able to accept me as a member or part of them. But over time it has changed because of the time when I use social media to help my dreams of becoming a writer of any book, because I have a hobby of making stories from when I was 10 years old and I thought because I had become one of the users social media will make it easier to explore and share my work on social media.

the sound of the plate broke again. The clock still shows the number 4:27 in the morning, but the commotion has occurred in Rasyalin's kitchen. She's an 17-year-old orphan girl. He was left by his mother since he was 4 years old and his father followed when he was in 3rd grade. The girl's life is quite complicated. And it is remarkable that he was able to survive to this day given the heavy burden he had in the past when he was a child.

His father is an only child as well as his mother. So that the siblings he has are very limited. His family is indeed quite there and his need for material can indeed be fulfilled but not the same as love and attention. The girl is beautiful, straight hair, sharp nose, pure white skin, slim tall body. Only his quiet attitude made him less friends. His attitude is so cold and stiff.

"Eh, he said there are new children," Zaskia told his friends. Zaskia is Rasyalin's classmate. Coincidentally at that time Rasyalin was in class so he could hear the conversations of his friends.
"Yes, he said," said Nadila
"Handsome, aren't you?" Asked the princess, so she became curious.
"I don't know. but I heard that he moved from London, "said Zaskia, getting excited.
"Wow, it means Caucasians," said the princess again
"Hopefully he will enter our class," said Nadila

My eyes stared lethargically the face shadow in front of me. Some make-up makeup has graced the face that is actually already beautiful. I grabbed my favorite red lipstick to cover my pink lips.

A few minutes passed I went out of my room to approach my parents who had been waiting for me since. I don't know what their purpose was to order me to wear formal clothes today. I saw an expensive branded watch had been put in my father's hand. A clock that is only used when there is an important event because it is obtained from the mother on her birthday

My father is a high-ranking official while my mother has a large private bank employee too. My face is similar to that of my sharp-eyed and has blue eyes. Whereas in terms of my body shape like a mother who has a Spanish guitar body.