As I was listening to the radio, I got myself to thinking, "How nice is it to be in love?" And then, as if teasing me, a song played saying, "Give me the gift of love". My goodness... XP <sigh> I haven't exactly felt it. I mean, I must have but didn't know. I have had crushes, tons of 'em actually. But none ever got to more than that. I dreamed of being in love; wanted to be one of those heroines of books drowned with sweet nothings. But then I kept thinking <THINKING... not exactly the kind of thing you need to get head over heels in love>. As a wise man once said, "It is but natural to fall in love; but YOU HAVE TO CONSIDER MANY FACTORS BEFORE YOU FINALLY SUBMIT TO THE FALL." At times, I wish I didn't think much, didn't consider much-that way things would have been much easier. But it only led me to think again, "That's dumb! You don't think much nor is it that you're being highly critical. You just have priorities." In my heart, I know how much it wants to be romantically in love. Feel those butterflies in the stomach, get goose bumps, and see fireworks and all that. It would really be wonderful and, most certainly, magical to always hear love songs in the air <not unless I've gone completely mad>, it's just that there are things FAR MORE IMPORTANT than being swept off my feet, my breath taken away and my world going slow mo. Is this what it's like to be a hopeless romantic and simply hopeless in all things in between?
-Marion
DANIEL: Hey man! What's up?
CHRISTOPHER: Aaah.. Hey... <secretly puts the letter in his pocket>
DANIEL: It's the first day of school and you're in the library...? There aren't even any assignments yet! <Sits beside Christopher>
CHRISTOPHER: Ah, I was just readin'.
DANIEL: Shut up, <tugs on him lightly> you don't read...
CHRISTOPHER: Hey, you know anyone by the name Marion?
DANIEL: Sure don't. Why?
CHRISTOPHER: Oh. Nothin'. My sis asked me if I knew one. Nothing important.
DANIEL: Ei, I get to be with ALiza in 4D. <really happy and doing nods> You?
CHRISTOPHER: Nah... I'm stuck in 4A.
DANIEL: Ha, typical you. Always at the top class. See you later then. <puts his left arm on Chris' left shoulder and pats it>
CHRISTOPHER: Catch up with you later. <Does a salute>
When he saw Daniel go out the door, he immediately took out the letter and reread it.
Who could you be? Man, this so not me... How can I be bothered by something as little as this... XP But I do feel this is something special. But, HOW? -- -- -- -- -- --
???: Ha! That's dumb and stupid! Special?! [0.o] How can you not have seen through it?? <talking soooo loudly to a girl by the corridors>
This catches Chris' attention. And my, if you could see the disgust in his face when he saw who it was making a scene, that girl from last year
who got into so many trouble. She got suspended for a lot of reason. Brought alcohol inside school, punched a professor, the list goes on. He hated her. He
hated girls like her. And when he first saw her last year, he said, "What's with all the make up??" 'Cause you see, (definitely not physically speaking so just imagine it), she wore all these black thing from H to T [head to toe]. Very black hair, black eye liners, dark (not black) lipstick, black necklace (the one that hugs the neck), and just black! (Good thing she had pale white skin or else you could have seen a real-life-materialized shadow)
???: I dunno I just---
???: Being in a club, when a guy talks to you, expect him to just want to fool around. You idiot!
???: Geez, thanks for telling me... <Sarcasm showing in tone and face>
???: Tsk... <really pissed off, then someone bumps onto her> What's up with you?!! Is the corridor not big enough for you? What are you FAT?!
*This girl definitely got some major problem. If not, then PROBLEMS.
*Why ruin a totally perfect day? I'll just go through with my letter and---
???: You, scoot! <Looks at him for a second and talks back to her friends>
When he raised his head, it was THAT girl. "THE NERVE!" he thought.
CHRISTOPHER: What? <disgust and irritation; he had this piercing look, really sharp and definitely MAD>
???: Didn't hear me? I said scoot nerd boy. <now, she's got her eyes on him and the moment she made contact...> What? <she was taken aback by that look, scared her even> What's this? <her heart was now beating fast>
<BELL RINGS>
???: You are lucky, nerd boy. <the strength of the voice was no longer there, it wasn't even threatening anymore but he didn't notice that> Let's go.
CHRISTOPHER: Tsk... <mouths FREAK>
With that, he left the library. As he walked through the corridors, he saw another girl who was smiling WEIRDLY at him. [0.o] He walked pass her but she followed and---
???: Hi there. <smile>
CHRISTOPHER: Hi.
???: I'm Lily. <smile> Your classmate for the entire year! <smile> I'm in 4A! <smile> Just like you! <smile>
CHRISTOPHER: Oh... *Great, another ugh... <fakes a smile> *Just have to lose her... *My, she talks a lot... *Can't even hear me think ... <terribly irritated>
LILY: Why weren't you in class today?
CHRISTOPHER: What? <he's paying attention now>
LILY: I mean why didn't you attend class today, Physics? It's the first day, yes, but that's no reason to cut class.
CHRISTOPHER: What? It's just... <looks at his watch> WHAT??!!!
LILY: Why? What?
CHRISTOPHER: This can't be... <Grabs her wrist and looks at her watch>
LILY: You mean, you didn't notice the time?
CHRISTOPHER: It's really 10 o' clock?
LILY: What time did you enter the library?
CHRISTOPHER: 7...
LILY: And you were there the entire time? Wow! What were you reading?
CHRISTOPHER: I, aah, gotta go. <in a running stance>
LILY: What, you will cut trigonometry class too?
CHRISTOPHER: *Oooh, forgot she is my classmate. <scratches head> What room are we again???
LILY: I thought so... <smile>
While he was at math class, his wheels were definitely NOT on whatever his professor was saying but rather away. He can't get that letter off his mind.
PROFESSOR: Mr. De Vera?
*My, this girl has definitely taken a hold on me. Who are you?
PROFESSOR: Mr. De Vera?
*Hmmm, I wonder what she looks like. I hope she's beautiful. Simple and pretty.
PROFESSOR: Mr. De Vera?
*And smart. Unlike those girls who know nothing but cosmetics. What's up with those people anyway? Don't they know they're pretty the way they are.
PROFESSOR: MISTER DE VERA, WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND????!!!
CHRISTOPHER: Girls shouldn't wear make up 'cause they're <realizing he was thinking aloud> pretty the way they are...
PROFESSOR: Really? <the class now starts to laugh> You see, you're not in Home Ec class. But now, to anyone of you who are into Mr. De Vera, he doesn't like girls who wear make- up. <the class laughs even louder with teases here and there>
CHRISTOPHER: What was your question earlier?
PROFESSOR: Oh, I just wanted you to introduce yourself. You've made quite an impression Mr. De Vera. <smile>
CHRISTOPHER: Sorry about that. My head was somewhere else.
PROFESSOR: But good, it's with us now and, hopefully, it will be for the next meetings that await us?!
CHRISTOPHER: Yes, it will be, ma'am.
PROFESSOR: So, could you introduce yourself to us now?
CHRISTOPHER: Gladly. I am Leirick Chistopher De Vera, 15. I---
He stopped. He had to. *Is she my classmate??? My goodness, NO!!!
PROFESSOR: Yes?
*What is she doing here? *How could she be here?
You must be thinking, "What?" or have you guessed it? Yes. It's the girl he hated. Hate. Hate. Hate. And yes, again, she's his classmate--- FOR A YEAR. [not unless you can cut a school year into school HALF-a-year]
CHRISTOPHER: ah... <now lost>
PROFESSOR: I can see that you're a man of few words but got LOTS to think of. You may have your seat. Next.
Now, he can't get HER off of HIS mind. Tsk.
???: I am Keslair Marionette De Vera, 14.
He ain't listenin', how could he? He's blown away by the thought of seeing a person he 100% hates 10 hours a day/ 6 days a week.
???: Hey, how did you get into top class? Weren't you like a trouble maker last year?
PROFESSOR: Hey, that ain't polite.
KESLAIR: <to the teacher> I'm cool with that. <to the student> It just mean I'm smart that in spite the grade deductions I get to be in the same class as you dorks. Happy?
This year's soooo gonna be a blast. I can just see it.
His head had blasted minutes ago.