Bumping Into Someone Mga Nobela at Kwento

A farce that I will turn into a deadly serious matter after having to feel that someone step in to my inverse scales. - Lining up, my head is neither held high or lower as I crosses my arm, waiting for my time to pick up the food. I was peacefully waiting when someone suddenly bump into me. Purposely, I thought so. Its very spacious around me so its hard to think that someone can bump into someone. Which is that someone, is me. I am not that one girl that makes a fuss for everything, so I stayed shut and did not call that girl who bumped into me.

It's not like I want in this situation in the first place, I was forced to be in this situation. I decided to walk towards the garden. As I rounded the corner, I bumped into someone holding a lot of flower pots. The flower pots smashed on the floor. Two pots were broken. I saw it was a young man about my age. He looked thinner than me. "Ohhh, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you," I immediately apologized. The young man muttered in panic, "No, no, this can't be happening. I can't be fired on my first day."

I walked out and checked the tuck-in the blouse I was wearing for any coffee stains and without looking where I was going "Ahh!"I bumped into someone and the mug cup I was holding slipped out of my hand and landed hard on the floor breaking into pieces "Oh gosh…"I said but soon gasped when I saw the one I bumped into or she bumped into me because she was a little girl and when she struggled to get up and upon seeing her. I rushed to help her up so she didn't step on any glass pieces "Oh no...come here sweetheart... careful," I said and picked her up from the floor and I beamed recalling the same girl I bumped into. It seemed we were destined to bump into each other

Despite the temptation to continue dancing, I had to leave "Guys I have to wake up early tomorrow, for the new job" "Okay bye" "Yeah see you later" "Bye guys" I smiled as I made my way through the crowd, lost in my thoughts, I accidentally bumped into someone, causing their drink to spill all over them. To my surprise, it was the same guy from earlier, the one whose car I had collided with. What kind of coincidence was this? "You!" he exclaimed with an angry expression. "What's wrong with you? Are you stalking me?"

card on their necks. I finally sighted him and was walking toward him. Just when I was about to reach him, somebody bumped into me and pushed me to the ground.

It seems like I was really changed in his heart already, maybe because I ran away from the position he needed me to sit in. "Ouch!" I verbalized when someone bumped into me. "That is not somewhere you can stand for a long time, miss. It is a way for people to walk through, so if you don’t want to be bumped, then stay away!" The woman who bounced herself toward me shouted and walked away.

I wanted to hang out with some people, for educational and fun-related things. I held the handle of my bag, searching for my phone in it when I happened to bump into someone. "Ouch!" I yelped, rubbing my forehead that I had hit on a man-like chest. I lifted my head to catch the gaze of a blue-eyed blonde man. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking at where I was going so I happened to bump into you, my apologies." His grin was very soothing to the point of blissfulness.

I finish with my business and leave the bathroom. *I am... " Hmmph." That's the sound that comes out of me when I bump into someone. What hard wall did I bump into? " S-sorry...." I trail off, meeting chocolate brown eyes. Alan. I notice him look me over before he meets my eyes again. " I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." I step aside to give him space, so he can walk past. " Hey," I stop in my tracks and turn to him. " Saturday- that shouldn't have happened."

My sigh is heavy, undercutting my words. He raises an eyebrow, his expression more puzzled than before. "So, you bump into people for fun?" I offer a shrug. It's not that I intentionally collide with people; it's more like I'm grasping for something—anything—to fill the hollow space in my chest, even if it leads to uncomfortable situations. "Well, if you're into it, I don't mind being your 'bump buddy.' We can pretend we haven't seen each other all day and just bump into each other again," he suggests, the craziness of it somehow rendered adorable by his sincerity.

It’s a quiet, peaceful place where I can sit and think without being bothered by anyone or having to explain myself to people who want things from me. As I’m walking toward the park, completely lost in my own thoughts about everything that’s happened today, I accidentally bump into someone who’s walking in the opposite direction. The collision isn’t hard, but it startles me out of my brooding. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I start to apologize automatically, but then I look up and realize that the person I bumped into is Sarah.