Apocalypse has arrived. I got 55% for A Maths, 48.5% for E Maths. My Science and Humanes were okay, but Maths was, well, devastating. I'm supposed to be terrific at it. Turns out I lost 9 marks out of 40 for adding and subtracting errors for A, and I left a 8 mark question blank cause I didn't see it in E. I was so sad I didn't feel like posting for two weeks. Anyway, I saw a survey that said kids who blog bi-weekly do better, but more than that, well, the results aren't pretty. Overall, I think I survived, maybe even make it to the top half of the class. Looks like this class was not so easy after all. I have to, and will pull up by next term.
Wednesday 28 February 2007
Tuesday 20 February 2007
The Hunt Is Over
Looks like all the holidays have to come to an end. Three days of hunting, and $200 more for the Xbox fund, with Sam mentioning that if all three of us put our cash together, we'd have "enough for the 360, 4 controllers, Live and still have enough for booze and cars". Things we looking good till we hit a wall. Bryant's dad is okay with him getting the 360, but not with us helping him to get it. I have no idea what Sam's reaction to this was ( Reception is bad in the Slums ), since I haven't heard from him, but mine was one of puzzlement. I mean, I don't see anything wrong with Sam and I pitching in as well, especially with him not shelling out anything. Looks like I'll have to call on my old days in Mafia Two Nought Two and do some under the table dealing. Hope Bryant managed to talk him round, I really need a Gears Of War source within walking range. Guess I succumbed to Bryant and Sam's ceaseless preaching of it......
I soon forgot that when I reached JC's place for the third wave of collections. Its a tradition for the kids to play block catching at his place, with the older ones like me adding a more tactical and strategic element to it. Somehow, his flat offers a sense of suspense, with three stairways and a elevator in the middle. Hell, its so good it should be a Halo map or something. The thrill of closing in on the target, with your teamates cutting off all possible exits, waiting for your command to begin the slaughter, or the fear and suspense you go through as the target, trying to stay alive as long as possible, always watching behind your back or listening at the stairways for your doom. Its hard to explain, but its good. In between matches I'd run back to JC's house and drink yet another bowl of shark fin soup ( I know its wrong, but I was so hungry.......... ). While I was at it, I mananged to grab a DotA disc from him. I just can't believe such a popular game is so easy to get like that.
I soon forgot that when I reached JC's place for the third wave of collections. Its a tradition for the kids to play block catching at his place, with the older ones like me adding a more tactical and strategic element to it. Somehow, his flat offers a sense of suspense, with three stairways and a elevator in the middle. Hell, its so good it should be a Halo map or something. The thrill of closing in on the target, with your teamates cutting off all possible exits, waiting for your command to begin the slaughter, or the fear and suspense you go through as the target, trying to stay alive as long as possible, always watching behind your back or listening at the stairways for your doom. Its hard to explain, but its good. In between matches I'd run back to JC's house and drink yet another bowl of shark fin soup ( I know its wrong, but I was so hungry.......... ). While I was at it, I mananged to grab a DotA disc from him. I just can't believe such a popular game is so easy to get like that.
Monday 19 February 2007
Explaination Of People And Terms
Lol, Bryant's eyes are now opened after reading Slummish pieces of writing. I may act, think, and appear dumb and incapable of intelligient action, but I do have an IQ of a 128 ( If I remember right, that's higher than Bryant's).
An explaination on a few people and terms used here
Slummer - I was given the name Slummer in Sec 1 ( It'll be a lasting tribute to Daryl Tay, he came up with it ) because of the obscene amounts of, well, everything I ate. I really mean everything, from puddles of rainwater on the school field ( Tastes like celery soup with way too much celery ) to the end results of my practicals in chemistry ( Its not Coke, I can tell you that much ). Zach used to collect bets on how long it would be before I got really sick. He made a real packet, I'm very much alive and healthy. The name Slummer has stuck till now.
Micro - Another name for me, its used by everyone on the rugby team. Hell, even my coach, Mr Nathan and half the squad don't know my real name. The twins Ryan and Shannon Lee came up with it when I transfered from Micromouse to rugby, though it was originally Microdick. Probably out of respect cause I rose through the ranks quite fast and got a regular position on the C division starting 15, it was shortened to just Micro.
Bryant (a.k.a BC) - Classmate of mine since we got to this school. Only really started to interact in Sec 2, mostly because we stayed in the same neighbourhood. We've stuck together cause we both did equally bad in the streaming and the school wouldn't give us triple science and threw us both into 322. BC is short for his full name, Bryant Chan. Both of us had similar growing years, having been raised abroad, him in the US, me in Australia. And we were both left to die by our parents in Chinese classes upon return to Singapore, without being able to speak a word of Chinese.
Sam - Good friend of Bryant's and fellow fencer, I met this interesting dude this year when we both wound up in 322. He seems very inclined toward in game violence, and believes Harvest Moon, my personal favourite game, is sacrilegious cause there's zero violence in it, and saw me as a gay peace loving faggot till he found out that after HM, I can't get enough of Resident Evil Four and Tekken 5. He's hilarious guy, I can never fall asleep as long as he's around. I shall refrain from calling him tubby as I'm not exactly a beanpole myself.
Feng Lan - Old friend from my primary school days, and probably the only one I keep regular contact with. She transfered in at Primary 5. She came from Shanghai, so I was furious when she snatched the 1st in English title away from me, I being a close second, just one mark behind. I found her pretty cool, overlooking the fact she was taller than me at the time ( Not anymore ) Currently in RGS, she doesn't appear to like the general enviroment in there ( You go gal, its just one more year ). I try to limit knowledge of our friendship to a close circle or to completely anonymous people I'm never going to meet and will never affect me, as this blog is. In this school, rumours multiply like homework left for tomorrow.
Luke - All girls and CCA, dozing in class all day, this kid's your stereotypical jock. Think Johnny Bravo. Like all canoeists, they worship their boats, themselves and their muscles. The most studdish guy around, he'll hit on any eligible female within a 50 metre radius. He tried picking up the choir girls at a funeral. He tried dating a geeky looking twelve year old, but Bryant and I happened to be there in the right place at the right time, and we crashed his date, Bryant going up to them and asking him " You dig chicks in glasses dawg?" while I stood back and filmed him losing date number 129045. Given his enormous reserves of girlfriends, he forgave us for that one. A bit slow when it comes to most subjects not involving romance or sex, he's still a cool guy to hang around. Take note, you'll find yourself alone the instant any teenage girl turns up in the vicinity.
An explaination on a few people and terms used here
Slummer - I was given the name Slummer in Sec 1 ( It'll be a lasting tribute to Daryl Tay, he came up with it ) because of the obscene amounts of, well, everything I ate. I really mean everything, from puddles of rainwater on the school field ( Tastes like celery soup with way too much celery ) to the end results of my practicals in chemistry ( Its not Coke, I can tell you that much ). Zach used to collect bets on how long it would be before I got really sick. He made a real packet, I'm very much alive and healthy. The name Slummer has stuck till now.
Micro - Another name for me, its used by everyone on the rugby team. Hell, even my coach, Mr Nathan and half the squad don't know my real name. The twins Ryan and Shannon Lee came up with it when I transfered from Micromouse to rugby, though it was originally Microdick. Probably out of respect cause I rose through the ranks quite fast and got a regular position on the C division starting 15, it was shortened to just Micro.
Bryant (a.k.a BC) - Classmate of mine since we got to this school. Only really started to interact in Sec 2, mostly because we stayed in the same neighbourhood. We've stuck together cause we both did equally bad in the streaming and the school wouldn't give us triple science and threw us both into 322. BC is short for his full name, Bryant Chan. Both of us had similar growing years, having been raised abroad, him in the US, me in Australia. And we were both left to die by our parents in Chinese classes upon return to Singapore, without being able to speak a word of Chinese.
Sam - Good friend of Bryant's and fellow fencer, I met this interesting dude this year when we both wound up in 322. He seems very inclined toward in game violence, and believes Harvest Moon, my personal favourite game, is sacrilegious cause there's zero violence in it, and saw me as a gay peace loving faggot till he found out that after HM, I can't get enough of Resident Evil Four and Tekken 5. He's hilarious guy, I can never fall asleep as long as he's around. I shall refrain from calling him tubby as I'm not exactly a beanpole myself.
Feng Lan - Old friend from my primary school days, and probably the only one I keep regular contact with. She transfered in at Primary 5. She came from Shanghai, so I was furious when she snatched the 1st in English title away from me, I being a close second, just one mark behind. I found her pretty cool, overlooking the fact she was taller than me at the time ( Not anymore ) Currently in RGS, she doesn't appear to like the general enviroment in there ( You go gal, its just one more year ). I try to limit knowledge of our friendship to a close circle or to completely anonymous people I'm never going to meet and will never affect me, as this blog is. In this school, rumours multiply like homework left for tomorrow.
Luke - All girls and CCA, dozing in class all day, this kid's your stereotypical jock. Think Johnny Bravo. Like all canoeists, they worship their boats, themselves and their muscles. The most studdish guy around, he'll hit on any eligible female within a 50 metre radius. He tried picking up the choir girls at a funeral. He tried dating a geeky looking twelve year old, but Bryant and I happened to be there in the right place at the right time, and we crashed his date, Bryant going up to them and asking him " You dig chicks in glasses dawg?" while I stood back and filmed him losing date number 129045. Given his enormous reserves of girlfriends, he forgave us for that one. A bit slow when it comes to most subjects not involving romance or sex, he's still a cool guy to hang around. Take note, you'll find yourself alone the instant any teenage girl turns up in the vicinity.
Sunday 18 February 2007
First Wave Of Collection, I mean visits.
Tons of people complain about their birthdays falling on the holidays, but Chinese New Year falling on your birthday is the best thing that can happen, especially if your relatives don't find out till the last minute. Too bad Bryant's fell one day too early. 8 p
My birthday kicked off with the first round of collection, whoops, visiting I mean, at my paternal grandmother's place. Good ol' grandma was the first to hit me with two hongbaos. The rest of my dad's sisters (my aunts) arrived a few minutes later, suprisingly giving me only one hongbao. I dropped hints that I turned fifteen today, with them finally realizing when I asked my mum "Where'd you buy my birthday cake from again?". The money really rolled in when everyone on my grandmothers side of the family came. It was hard to sit there and anwser to heavily made up aunts who haven't seen you for years and ask hell weird and stupid questions. Examples are whether I'd still do that little dance I did when I was four ( I never want to remember ), and whether I eat enough vegetables, and whether I had a girlfriend (Man, that question annoys me most, hello ladies, remember where I'm studying???!?!). In the end, the money makes it all worthwhile, especially with Bryant, Sam and me pooling together to get a 360 for the former.
After the standard reunion lunch, mum and dad rushed back to prepare for the party. They cooked non-stop from four thirty till evening, allowing me and my computer some quality time, only interrupted by dad's requests to fetch various kitchen apparatus. By seven the house was flooded with everyone on my mum's side of the family. I've always liked my maternal relatives more, mostly cause most are around my age. Second round of collection began, with even more aunts and uncles giving extra hongbaos cause they forgot my birthday as well. Mostly I just sat at my com till JC and Shi yan arrived. They're both my male cousins ( Shi yan's a second cousin actually ), one and two years older than me respectively. Great guys, the both of them.
Halfway through I thought it would be a good idea to invite Bryant on his first expendition to the Slums, since we live in the same neighbourhood anyhow. His mother was naturally concerned to send her only son into the Slums, but I guess he won the arguement. He seemed shocked to see that many people crowded into my house ( My mum has three brothers, two sisters, one cousin, all married and all have three kids on average, you do the math ). Kinda strange considering he has has just as many uncles. Luckily for us, not too many people noticed him, so it saved me the trouble of having to introduce everyone to him one by one. Mostly we stayed in my room for the half an hour his mum gave him. His judgement of the Slums : Amazingly decent. He left before the thirty minutes was up ( I think it was the sight of my *very* old school ties ), even before we cut the cake........ 8 (
Feng Lan got me a present, but she wouldn't tell me too much about what it was. Worse still, both of us are so busy, there's no time this week to collect it from her 8 ( Poor girl's got no relatives here, they're all overseas. Really sad if you ask me.
Hongbao count : 11
Approx Value : Around $120 (give or take ten)
Presents: Liverpool Jersey ( 2005-2006 season, from dad) Mystery gift ( All FL would tell me is that its a ornament)
My birthday kicked off with the first round of collection, whoops, visiting I mean, at my paternal grandmother's place. Good ol' grandma was the first to hit me with two hongbaos. The rest of my dad's sisters (my aunts) arrived a few minutes later, suprisingly giving me only one hongbao. I dropped hints that I turned fifteen today, with them finally realizing when I asked my mum "Where'd you buy my birthday cake from again?". The money really rolled in when everyone on my grandmothers side of the family came. It was hard to sit there and anwser to heavily made up aunts who haven't seen you for years and ask hell weird and stupid questions. Examples are whether I'd still do that little dance I did when I was four ( I never want to remember ), and whether I eat enough vegetables, and whether I had a girlfriend (Man, that question annoys me most, hello ladies, remember where I'm studying???!?!). In the end, the money makes it all worthwhile, especially with Bryant, Sam and me pooling together to get a 360 for the former.
After the standard reunion lunch, mum and dad rushed back to prepare for the party. They cooked non-stop from four thirty till evening, allowing me and my computer some quality time, only interrupted by dad's requests to fetch various kitchen apparatus. By seven the house was flooded with everyone on my mum's side of the family. I've always liked my maternal relatives more, mostly cause most are around my age. Second round of collection began, with even more aunts and uncles giving extra hongbaos cause they forgot my birthday as well. Mostly I just sat at my com till JC and Shi yan arrived. They're both my male cousins ( Shi yan's a second cousin actually ), one and two years older than me respectively. Great guys, the both of them.
Halfway through I thought it would be a good idea to invite Bryant on his first expendition to the Slums, since we live in the same neighbourhood anyhow. His mother was naturally concerned to send her only son into the Slums, but I guess he won the arguement. He seemed shocked to see that many people crowded into my house ( My mum has three brothers, two sisters, one cousin, all married and all have three kids on average, you do the math ). Kinda strange considering he has has just as many uncles. Luckily for us, not too many people noticed him, so it saved me the trouble of having to introduce everyone to him one by one. Mostly we stayed in my room for the half an hour his mum gave him. His judgement of the Slums : Amazingly decent. He left before the thirty minutes was up ( I think it was the sight of my *very* old school ties ), even before we cut the cake........ 8 (
Feng Lan got me a present, but she wouldn't tell me too much about what it was. Worse still, both of us are so busy, there's no time this week to collect it from her 8 ( Poor girl's got no relatives here, they're all overseas. Really sad if you ask me.
Hongbao count : 11
Approx Value : Around $120 (give or take ten)
Presents: Liverpool Jersey ( 2005-2006 season, from dad) Mystery gift ( All FL would tell me is that its a ornament)
Saturday 17 February 2007
Fly with me to tonight............
The night has fallen, the stars are bright,
My Angel, won't you come with me tonight?
To glide through the star studded sky?
Throughout the whole night we'll fly.
How I long to gaze upon your raven hair,
Fluttering against your face so fair
Up there so far and so high,
In that beautiful, moonlit sky.
It'll be just you and me
And stars that go on for eternity.
Then we'd land, wrapped in each other's wings,
I'd hold on to you, to each other we'd cling.
There, within that warmest of embraces
We'd lean towards each other's faces
Then we'd kiss, a culmination of our love
Our hearts and minds would soar like doves
In that loving embrace and kiss, we'd both stay
And return just before the break of day
My Angel, won't you come with me tonight?
To glide through the star studded sky?
Throughout the whole night we'll fly.
How I long to gaze upon your raven hair,
Fluttering against your face so fair
Up there so far and so high,
In that beautiful, moonlit sky.
It'll be just you and me
And stars that go on for eternity.
Then we'd land, wrapped in each other's wings,
I'd hold on to you, to each other we'd cling.
There, within that warmest of embraces
We'd lean towards each other's faces
Then we'd kiss, a culmination of our love
Our hearts and minds would soar like doves
In that loving embrace and kiss, we'd both stay
And return just before the break of day
The end is in sight
At last, the exams are over and CNY is about to start. Considering sharing the cost of a 360 with Bryant while at his house, maybe buy like, a 20% stake in it so I can run over to his place to play, since my parents refuse to get one for me. We crashed at his place till like two thirty in the afternoon before I rushed down to the match in school, only it got cancelled after five minutes because of lightning. Man, its hard to get a break for me............
Sigh, Valentine's passed so uneventfully......... I was so "desperate" I just pretended to have someone to write this poem to. Okay, I actually did have someone in mind when I thought about it.. I actually got inspiration from someone's display pic, believe it or not.
Sigh, Valentine's passed so uneventfully......... I was so "desperate" I just pretended to have someone to write this poem to. Okay, I actually did have someone in mind when I thought about it.. I actually got inspiration from someone's display pic, believe it or not.
Monday 12 February 2007
Through The First Obstacles
Well, common tests began today. Guess what, it was actually a good idea to skip chores by studying Physics instead!!!
Its the first time I've ever felt confident of an A1 in Physics. Which is weird, cause I've never gotten more than 70. Or maybe Lam, behind all his droning, emotionless persona, is actually a good teacher. Then again, plenty in 334 would disagree. History is so easy, there are just three essay questions that can come out, and all of them have similar anwsers. SS was abstract at best. Chemistry tomorrow, along with A maths. Let the marks come people. The principal says that I can do Bio in school, provided I do well enough in the first and second term. Which means a top ten finish in the class, looks possible now though.
Valentine's Day is just 2 days away, BC's birthday 2 days after that, and then my birthday 2 days after that. If the marks are up to expectation, and if I can, against the odds, get a date for Valentine's (which I highly doubt), this will a very good week (Even without the date).
Its the first time I've ever felt confident of an A1 in Physics. Which is weird, cause I've never gotten more than 70. Or maybe Lam, behind all his droning, emotionless persona, is actually a good teacher. Then again, plenty in 334 would disagree. History is so easy, there are just three essay questions that can come out, and all of them have similar anwsers. SS was abstract at best. Chemistry tomorrow, along with A maths. Let the marks come people. The principal says that I can do Bio in school, provided I do well enough in the first and second term. Which means a top ten finish in the class, looks possible now though.
Valentine's Day is just 2 days away, BC's birthday 2 days after that, and then my birthday 2 days after that. If the marks are up to expectation, and if I can, against the odds, get a date for Valentine's (which I highly doubt), this will a very good week (Even without the date).
Friday 9 February 2007
Okay, I can't put it any clearer. I hate my captain, along with most of the seniors. They can't stop shouting at me for every tiny mistake. But when anyone else makes one, they just laugh it off. And they think my attitude's bad, after I attend every friggin training session, even the optional ones. Like today. We were told only to come down if we were finished studying, which I haven't. So I was up there in the library really mugging, not pretending like some. They spotted me there, dragged me out, told me that I have the worst attitude to training in the squad, and force me down to the field. Well excuse me if I actually care about my academics. And guess what? Less then half squad turns up. Are they hunted down like me? Not at all. And when the training actually starts, they all complain my attitude is bad again and I don't deserve to be on the team. I know I'm a second stringer, but its still so unfair. Would have walked off if Dick and Han hadn't stood up for me. One of them should be captain, not the bitch we have now.
Anyway, on to a happier subject. I was watching the O-level results coming out today, and I never knew there were quite a few people from double science getting six points as well. Its a real morale boost, given my situation now. And for some reason, I'm so sure I can do that too. Watching so many guys come out with six points, I set a target for myself. To make it to RJC in two years time. It sounds wild now, but I'll make it happen
Anyway, on to a happier subject. I was watching the O-level results coming out today, and I never knew there were quite a few people from double science getting six points as well. Its a real morale boost, given my situation now. And for some reason, I'm so sure I can do that too. Watching so many guys come out with six points, I set a target for myself. To make it to RJC in two years time. It sounds wild now, but I'll make it happen
Thursday 8 February 2007
Night Time Forest
Running through dense forest is not easy with a schoolbag, but I have to find her. I must find her. I trip a few times, as what weakened sunshine was left was blocked out by the dense trees, but I can’t stop now, the memory of our last heated conversation pushing me on, playing again and again in my head like a nightmare on tape, as I stumble through in the failing light.
Finally I reach it. The wall of trees suddenly opens up into a clearing in the middle of the forest. We’ve always thought this place had an unreal feeling to it, completely surrounded by battlements of foliage, and the eerie silence of it. Rather than fear it, we relished it. The place protected us, shielded us from the harsh realities of life, with the trees as our guardians. It was our own little oasis from the world of chaos and suffering, just for the two of us lonely outcasts that no one seemed to care about.
And right in the center, just as I had guessed, was her, just released from the captivity of school at the edge of the pond. Her short hair fluttered against her cheeks, blown by the breeze that always seemed to blow here.
She was like me in many ways. Never popular, slightly eccentric, and most of all, misunderstood. We both ranked low on the social pecking order, but we never cared because we had each other. We weren’t a couple. More like best friends. But it all changed in one day. We were at this spot (It was our studying grounds among other things). Quadratic equations are not particularly entertaining to the mind, and I soon dozed off in the afternoon light. When I arose, she’d fallen asleep next to me. Normally nothing big. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or the magic of the whole place, but somehow, her face had become dazzlingly captivating, a lock of her hair falling across her gently sleeping face, a slight smile etched on it. Cupid must have swapped his bow and heart tipped arrows for an anti-tank rifle and armour piercing rounds. Unable to stop myself, I slowly brush the hair off her face, now looking like a creation of her namesakes. She suddenly moans and rests her head on my shoulder, still asleep. At that instant, the slight crush I had nursed on my only true friend had turned into love. I dared not show any sign of it openly, and I was so desperate to express my feelings about her to someone, but who? Angel had been the only person I’d ever been able to confide in, so I described her to herself, saying it was another girl. She listened to me, as she always had, but she seemed sad every time I brought it up, even angry. Without knowing it, I had slowly driven her away from me.
It all seems so distant, now that I’m here to try and make amends one last time, before my love will die where it was born. “I knew you’d be here” I said. She seemed surprised at my sudden arrival, but quickly turned to leave. “Please Angel, I’m sorry…..” I blurt, not knowing what else to say. “Listen, why do you still care about me? Just leave me alone! Go back to that girl you keep talking about” she says before turning away, with what seem like tears in her eyes.
It’s all over anyway, I might as well tell her, tell her that that she can’t imagine what I would do to make her happy, that she means the entire world to me. And that I would gladly trade my life for hers in danger.
“You know that girl I was telling you about?” I say as I close the distance between me and her. “Its you.” The words have barely rolled out of my mouth when it makes contact with hers. Then I realize she isn’t pushing me away or slapping me. And unless my sense of feeling has died or something, she’s kissing back. Can it be? We fall to the grass, still connected. I open my eyes, expecting to see the white of my bedroom ceiling. Instead, I see her lovely face, with the swaying grasses and the dark night sky behind. I pull her closer, her on top of me, and we just lie there, gazing into each others eyes through our specs. Our breathing fell in sync, our chests rising and falling together. Even our hearts seemed to beat together. At that point, she really looked like an Angel. “I love you Angel” was all I could get out before we locked lips again. Strangely, I feel no urge to tear off her school pinafore and make love with her right here and right now. All I want is to just stay like this forever. Maybe its pure love?
We completely forget the rest of the world, lying there in each other’s arms. Right then, all that exists in the world are the two of us, watching the stars in the sky.
Finally I reach it. The wall of trees suddenly opens up into a clearing in the middle of the forest. We’ve always thought this place had an unreal feeling to it, completely surrounded by battlements of foliage, and the eerie silence of it. Rather than fear it, we relished it. The place protected us, shielded us from the harsh realities of life, with the trees as our guardians. It was our own little oasis from the world of chaos and suffering, just for the two of us lonely outcasts that no one seemed to care about.
And right in the center, just as I had guessed, was her, just released from the captivity of school at the edge of the pond. Her short hair fluttered against her cheeks, blown by the breeze that always seemed to blow here.
She was like me in many ways. Never popular, slightly eccentric, and most of all, misunderstood. We both ranked low on the social pecking order, but we never cared because we had each other. We weren’t a couple. More like best friends. But it all changed in one day. We were at this spot (It was our studying grounds among other things). Quadratic equations are not particularly entertaining to the mind, and I soon dozed off in the afternoon light. When I arose, she’d fallen asleep next to me. Normally nothing big. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or the magic of the whole place, but somehow, her face had become dazzlingly captivating, a lock of her hair falling across her gently sleeping face, a slight smile etched on it. Cupid must have swapped his bow and heart tipped arrows for an anti-tank rifle and armour piercing rounds. Unable to stop myself, I slowly brush the hair off her face, now looking like a creation of her namesakes. She suddenly moans and rests her head on my shoulder, still asleep. At that instant, the slight crush I had nursed on my only true friend had turned into love. I dared not show any sign of it openly, and I was so desperate to express my feelings about her to someone, but who? Angel had been the only person I’d ever been able to confide in, so I described her to herself, saying it was another girl. She listened to me, as she always had, but she seemed sad every time I brought it up, even angry. Without knowing it, I had slowly driven her away from me.
It all seems so distant, now that I’m here to try and make amends one last time, before my love will die where it was born. “I knew you’d be here” I said. She seemed surprised at my sudden arrival, but quickly turned to leave. “Please Angel, I’m sorry…..” I blurt, not knowing what else to say. “Listen, why do you still care about me? Just leave me alone! Go back to that girl you keep talking about” she says before turning away, with what seem like tears in her eyes.
It’s all over anyway, I might as well tell her, tell her that that she can’t imagine what I would do to make her happy, that she means the entire world to me. And that I would gladly trade my life for hers in danger.
“You know that girl I was telling you about?” I say as I close the distance between me and her. “Its you.” The words have barely rolled out of my mouth when it makes contact with hers. Then I realize she isn’t pushing me away or slapping me. And unless my sense of feeling has died or something, she’s kissing back. Can it be? We fall to the grass, still connected. I open my eyes, expecting to see the white of my bedroom ceiling. Instead, I see her lovely face, with the swaying grasses and the dark night sky behind. I pull her closer, her on top of me, and we just lie there, gazing into each others eyes through our specs. Our breathing fell in sync, our chests rising and falling together. Even our hearts seemed to beat together. At that point, she really looked like an Angel. “I love you Angel” was all I could get out before we locked lips again. Strangely, I feel no urge to tear off her school pinafore and make love with her right here and right now. All I want is to just stay like this forever. Maybe its pure love?
We completely forget the rest of the world, lying there in each other’s arms. Right then, all that exists in the world are the two of us, watching the stars in the sky.
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