I couldn't help the tingling in my chest whenever the teacher called your name and you answered with that angelic voice of yours.
Bambam.
What an odd name.
But somehow it was so extra that it suited you.
I rarely talked in class. I didn't see the need to. As long as I got acceptable grades and didn't ditch school everything was alright.
In class I mostly kept my head down, only looking up when I had to copy notes from the blackboard.
You seemed to be as cheerful as ever. I felt happy for you. At least you enjoyed your youth. I knew I should do the same but I wasn't able to figure out how.
Although I couldn't understand your weird obsession with flipping bottles lately. But if that meant I could see you smile from ear to ear every time it landed correctly I would give you all the bottles in the world.