Miss Misfit’s Crush Chronicles (Episode 1)
Jonah was whom every girl thought they would marry past the age of twenty-five. Little school girls giggled each time they saw him threw that unpretentious smile. His big brown eyes glimmered like shimmering dusts in the sunlight. His fine brown hair easily bounced and flew as he ran playing tags in the field along with his closest buddies. And I’d like to add how his long thick eyelashes and fair complexion almost made him unmistakably a Caucasian in a throng of brown skinned Asian kids. They said he was our class prince, the heartthrob every girl would be excited to see about everyday to school.
Looks could kill they said, yeah, like little Alice and Winona almost choke one another for the attention of this said boy. And in every school year, as a new cute girl would introduce herself in the class, the entire female specie in the room would try to kill her in their minds. They always found the fresh cute transferees threats to this boy’s secret affection. In other words, the term crush to this boy in our grade school meant facing a fierce death-defying competition. But wait! There’s a little bit of fabrication in the last sentence and besides, I was never part of that hopeless romantic crowd. Yes, you heard me right. I already had my eyes set on Kyle, one of Jonah’s best friends. For almost six years since kindergarten, Kyle was what I called the apple of my eyes. I’m throwing clichés in here so that you would notice that puppy love was among them. Unfortunately, I was a nobody back then and my existence meant nothing to my teachers and classmates.
I never got the point why Kyle, who was the tallest in our kindergarten class, had to sit in front of the room. I just heard from somebody that he was the teacher’s favorite. We had rows of long low white tables and small wooden chairs that we would spend half of our day in, scribbling and listening to the old grumpy teacher’s discussions and most if not half was not understood by me.
I was at the back most table, together with the other outcasts, sour losers and kids with no parents or nannies waiting outside the classroom. I never blamed my parents for they thought I could already send myself to and from school by walking with Oliver. I remembered I was sitting opposite my cousin Oliver and a happy-go-lucky fat kid named Jason. I was not beautiful when I was a kid, or maybe it was because of the fact that I was always sporting the unkempt hair of a homeless kid. Like combs and colorful elastic hair bands were never in my vocabulary.
I never listened to our teacher simply because I didn’t understand a word she was teaching. I just spent my half day either chatting with Oliver and the fat kid or staring at Kyle. School days were about him and just simply being in there, in the classroom with the dorks from my table. Kyle didn’t even know that my stare would probably melt him if he ever had dared to look back at me. But he just didn’t, and sometimes it made me feel more desperate.
Mission # 1: Have an interaction with Kyle.
My first attempt was as stupid as I never thought it would be. I had my chance when our teacher asked us to contribute a peso coin for our monthly sinking fund and we had to give it to her personally at her table which was also the nearest place to Kyle’s seat. The mission was to drop the coin before I could give it to our teacher and wait for Kyle to get it for me.
“Nikki Lerma,” the teacher called my name and signaled me to come forward to her table.
“Yes ma’am!” I replied with excitement heating up as I prepared my peso coin.
I stood up and smiled piously to my classmates as I passed by them. Each step was a step that would later on escalate to shame that I only knew myself. I felt my sweat sticking out from my hands and ankles and my heart started to beat as wild as a raging horse. The smile on my lips stiffened and it made me looked like I just had shit in my pants. I hesitated for a while but the teacher’s table was getting closer that I could actually pass the coin at an arm’s length.
“What’s the matter Nikki?” the grumpy teacher asked.
“No…nothing?” I said in a little bit trembling voice.
She raised her eyebrows and evidently doubted my answer. Seeing the impatience pressed on her wrinkled face, I dropped the coin near Kyle’s feet and it was so obvious that I did that on purpose. I just hoped they didn’t get the point of why I did that.
As the coin bounced on the floor, everything was like in slow motion. There was an abrupt eerie silence and all we could hear was the ringing of the coin on the concrete floor. It rolled shortly just a few inches from Kyle’s feet and the moment of truth came near to its end.
Kyle looked at the coin for a moment and then bounced his stare at me. Like all the kids in the room, he fell silent and confused of what just happened. I waited for him to get the coin and hand it to me but he too was waiting for me to get it.
“Nikki, just get the coin and come right here,” the teacher called and everyone just laughed to their hearts’ content. I didn’t even see what was funny about that. Was it I looked like I just shit in my pants or was it because they thought I was some kind of weird? Whatever they were laughing at, I bet it was something to my disadvantage and a plus point to my loser brag board.
Mission # 2: Get Kyle’s attention anyway.
Miss Misfit’s Crush Chronicles (Episode 2)
Mission # 2: Get Kyle’s attention anyway
Funny how cute girls at my kindergarten class were classified as those having the freakishly excessive colorful hair ornaments. That was the era when Britney Spears started to unintentionally influence mothers to dress up their little girls like her. A handful of little braids and tiny flower clips kept a girl’s hair together. And their faces and backs were as white as paper due to over showering of hypoallergenic baby powder, which at that time I was allergic to.
Funny how those cute Britney Spears replicas caught Kyle’s admiration most of the time. Funny that most of the time also, I didn’t make the cut. He kept on talking to them and to those equally cool guys who chickened out when the school dentist came to pull our rotten teeth. I sometimes blamed them for making me feel not cool and invisible, but realization sank in that the inability to adapt to the trends was really the culprit.
When I initiated my Plan B, I had a belief that if I won’t be able to pull off the Britney Spears look then I must make myself popular in another way. Little did I know that it was in the stupidity category.
One day, when things got dismal and lame inside the classroom, I took my chance and commenced my mission to stardom. I started it by luring Oliver and Jason into a small conversation.
“Hey you two, did you know that I was the one who bought the last bundle of Power Ranger cards in the store yesterday?”, I started.
“You’re a liar. I was with you the whole day. How come I didn’t get to see you buy it?” Oliver said.
“I had it first in class. Congratulations for making it to the last one,” Jason said, having no idea that it was really a lie.
“Well, my dad bought it for me,” I answered Oliver.
“Your dad was so drunk yesterday,” Oliver replied.
I was a little embarrassed of what he divulged for surely, other kids at our table had also heard it. But it was a good conversation start up for others were starting to pay attention to us. That was what I really wanted. A little fame won’t hurt anyway.
“No, he was not!” I defended.
“Yes, he was!”
“No, you’re the liar!”
“Hey! Who was that?” the teacher stood up with eyes ready to pierce the suspects.
One classmate pointed at the three of us and the old teacher told us to stop fighting and keep our mouth shut. Everyone was now looking at us, including Kyle who was a bit of nervous of what would happen next. We fell silent for a while. I knew how short our teacher’s patience was, so by the minute she sat back down, I began to open my mouth again.
“She’s like a witch, isn’t she?” I whispered to Oliver.
“Stop it, will you?” he answered.
The next thing I knew after that, the teacher was right beside us and ordered the three of us to lay our hands on the table. She raised her long wooden stick and pounded it on my hands a couple of times. We were so shocked of what just happened that I could feel hot tears trailing down my face. I couldn’t even draw Oliver and Jason’s face when the beating stopped and the teacher turned toward them. Fear was evident as large clumps of tears glinted on the side of their eyes. And the very moment that the stick landed on Oliver’s hands, I realized how very stupid I was. Even a little fame hurts… a lot.
The day after that, no one wanted to be near me. I was like that kid who had a viral disease that could kill anyone one or two meters away. Even Oliver didn’t want to walk and talk with me. Good thing he didn’t tell his mom about it. I too kept the embarrassment to myself.
I graduated from kindergarten with no medal or whatsoever award heralded for those who have behaved well. But for the most part, I had no friends and probably Kyle considered me a sore to his eyes.
I didn’t know what they saw in me that by the time I reached first grade, I found myself in the top class section of the school. One would think that I was lucky to be in it for I have to sit side by side with the town’s prodigies. I would be brushing shoulders with the most talented, the geniuses, and the kids of money. To note that we were not rich and I was a loser in kindergarten really made things awkward. I supposed I performed well in kindergarten but that my grades were not yet enough to get myself a medal. Well, I really had that going in me which was nice. Even though it would be another year of suffering due to my reputation, the fact that I would be sitting in Kyle’s class for the whole year made me think I still have hope.
By the second day of class, it seemed like everybody left Kyle’s favor when a new cute boy transferred and joined the top section in the person of Jonah Villaruiz. By now you probably know Jonah, the one I told you about in the first part of this chronicle. Yahoo! I had Kyle for myself! Or so I thought.
First impressions don’t really last for when I met Maybelle Beltran in first grade, I thought she’s just one pretty girl who would be aiming for Jonah’s attention. I had it all wrong in my mind when Mrs. Amparo, our teacher, announced the honors for the first grading period of our class.
It was a sight and a big shock to know that I ranked sixth in the honor roll in a class of thirty to forty students for the top class section. I prided myself for that, I thought a ribbon or medal at the end of the school year would pay off my loser reputation. But Maybelle’s existence as the first honor before Kyle who ran second made things a horror for me. The girl with the long jet black hair, deep set of brown eyes with thick curly lashes, and a mind so powerful she could memorize a whole page of speech in such age threatened me. My classmates, who saw the potential of Maybelle and Kyle to be young lovebirds, paired them up and teased them frequently. Two geniuses in one affair made me want the sky to fall on top of me.
My classmates would often say to Maybelle and Kyle:
“Oi, you’re so cute together!”
“Maybelle is pretty, Kyle is handsome. And they’re both smart!”
“I’d like them to end up with one another.”
“Boom! Here goes our newest love team!”
I would have liked to tell them what’s new in my mind, “You know what should be new? Kyle and me!”
But then I just shut myself up and join them chanting the word “Ooy” to the both of them. That feeling you get when you and your classmates tease your crush with another girl, it hurts badly. You wish to yourself it should have been you but then you pretend that you like the idea of them together. You just go along with what the mass wants, and let the feeling tear you apart inside that you pray it will make you feel numb in the end. But it doesn’t. It continues to grow and beat you.
I drowned myself with wishful thinking and delusions hoping that Kyle didn’t really want to tie himself with Maybelle and actually liked somebody else. Somebody like me perhaps.
One fateful day, a discovery at the back of our classroom gave me a chance to hold Kyle’s hand. A touch that lasted for a minute but that I would treasure for years to come.
Miss Misfit’s Crush Chronicles (Episode 3)
I bet every child that comes from a public school in the Philippines would say that their school was once a cemetery. I kept on hearing stories like that in the news whenever children from a certain public school were possessed by, you know, spirits and demons. Our town’s central public school was not an exception to that as most older students would scare the shit out of us by telling that the school was haunted because World War II soldiers and victims were buried in there. As first grade students, we believed what we wanted to believe.
One afternoon, as we were waiting for our teacher to come from lunch, Jonah declared he discovered an abandoned house at the other side of the backyard fence. Up until now, I am not sure if it was really abandoned or that the owner just went out for an errand. Anyway, it looked abandoned when we got there. I, Kyle, Jonah, Gale, Albert, Merry, and five others went out to investigate.
Before we got around the house, we passed a small hill probably by some ants. Superstition ruled over and we concluded that it was a nuno sa punso (dwarf dwelling). They were all so scared as they came to hypothesize that the house was also a witch’s lair. I, for my part wasn’t really feeling the same. I just enjoyed taking on adventures such as that and if the worst would come, I knew I had strong and fast legs to take me away.
The house was a small one with unfurnished brick walls and red corrugated roof. Oblong-shaped holes in the wall served as tiny windows where we hardly peeped what was inside. It was dark inside but I was able to see one oval wooden table with small objects on it. There were a lot of wild plants around the house and they stretched so vast they could cover an entire football field.
“If a witch lives in there, then she must be watching us every noontime. They say evil elements come alive in the middle of the day,” Jonah said.
“Hush or she’ll hear us!” Gale cautioned.
“Didn’t you say it’s abandoned?” I asked.
“You’re killing the moment, you know that?” Albert said to me with a face of sarcasm.
“Let’s get out of here. Mrs. Amparo will be coming soon,” I said.
“You go yourself. You’re not even invited in here,” a classmate called.
“Guys, I guess she’s right. I can feel the spooks now,” Merry said as she held her right arm up, showing us her goose bumps.
“Look what you’ve done! Now Merry is scared, too!” Jonah said to me.
“We are all scared!” I answered back.
I felt my cheeks turned hot with anger toward Jonah. It had been known that he had a crush on Merry, the girl who was still sporting the ultimate Britney Spears look and the queen bee of the first graders. The fact that he was blaming me for the fear that I had caused to his dearly beloved crush really infuriated me.
“Fine! I’ll go!” I said. I turned around and stomped my foot on the ground before leaving.
“Wait! Let me go with you!” Merry called after me.
“I think I should also go,” Kyle said while waving a stick he found.
“What? There’s still more to know in here Kyle. Don’t listen to that loser,” Albert said.
“Whoever wants to come with us, meet us by the small hill upon the entrance of the backyard fence,” Kyle said.
“Why?” a classmate asked.
“We will ask for forgiveness to the dwarf for trespassing. I don’t want to be cursed after this day,” Kyle answered.
Upon arriving at what we thought was a dwarf’s dwelling, Kyle told us in a careful and hush tone that we must all gather around the small hill and hold our hands together. In this way, we could form a powerful summon to the otherworldly being and ask for forgiveness. I didn’t know where he got that rather unscientific reasoning, but hey, it’s Kyle who’s on my side.
We started to gather around the small hill and hold our hands together. I was hesitant at first, half-minding the fact that our teacher would be arriving anytime soon in the classroom. I thought I had to get back before them or else I would face terrible punishment from the well-known terror Mrs. Amparo.
“What are you waiting for? Join the circle now,” Kyle suddenly said as he extended his left arm to me.
His slender fingers seemed to send the kind of invitation that I couldn’t resist. Or maybe it was because of the fact that he was my crush. I felt the blood rushed in my chubby cheeks and they stung like I just ate a dozen of tamarinds. Good thing my shiny brown skin covered the natural blush on my face.
I smiled secretly in my head and slowly took his hand. He told us to close our eyes and murmur some prayers which I didn’t take seriously. All I could inject into my system was how his hand felt warm against the coldness of my hand, how his lips moved so fast in a beat that I could make out the words ‘I love you’ in between his murmurs, and how his confidence and reassurance almost shadowed my fears. Almost, for after a minute, I sensed that something terrible was going to happen if I won’t move myself away from the circle. I just let go, my fingers pushing his hand away from mine. I didn’t know what had gotten into me. I believed it was my ability to sense when an imminent danger is coming. So, I stepped back and ran like mad across the backyard.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I said in between gasps of air as I ran.
“Forget her,” Kyle said, loud enough for me to hear.
Just when I thought I was safe, Mrs. Amparo met me by the doorway of our classroom. The expression on her face terrified me. Her eyebrows almost crossed if I was not mistaken or drowned by the illusion that hell was upon me.
“Why were you running and where did you come from?” Mrs. Amparo said, putting both hands on her waist.
I turned speechless, not knowing what to say or how to answer her question. The situation became inescapable and the realization to tell the truth occurred to me. Though, I wasn’t aware that my honesty would cost me another rounds of hatred from my classmates.
“I was with them,” I answered in a shaking voice.
“The half of your class?”
“What? Where are they?”
“They’re beyond the backyard fence around the small dwarf hill!” I answered rapidly.
“What are they doing in there? Who’s behind this?” her face flushed red.
“Kyle and Jonah?” I said, shaking again and rubbing my foot over the other. “Wait, I’m not really sure ma’am!”
“Too late little girl,” she said. Her eyes grew bigger and surprisingly, her lips curved in a menacing smile. A smile that reminded me of how dangerous it was to mess with that kind of teacher.
Before I knew it, Mrs. Amparo disappeared from my sight and the pointing stick for her chalkboard disappeared along with her.
Miss Misfit’s Crush Chronicles (Episode 4)
“Well, well, well. Look who’s here sitting in our spot,” Marthina announced to her two little minions in the canteen. Marthina, the girl who decided to terrorize me after what I did to Jonah and Kyle, was standing in front of me holding a plastic of chips and a tetra pack of orange juice. At her back was Alice and Winona, her loyal minions.
I forgot that was their spot in the canteen but it was the only table left when I arrived.
“You can all sit with me if you like,” I told them with a huge smile.
“More like, you may sit with us but we won’t allow you. So shoo! Go somewhere else,” Marthina said.
I used to fear Marthina, not only because of her domineering and bratty attitude but also because she looked like the meaner version of E.T. but with a short rich curly hair. She was what I considered a bully yet sometimes she went easy on me and miraculously would let me see her paper during math quizzes. Well, not only with me but also with the rest of the class hoping to impress Jonah with her intelligence.
To my relief, it was as if Jonah and Kyle didn’t hate me for telling our teacher that they were the culprit of our mischievousness the other day of that. I felt guilty about confessing the truth and wondered what actually happened to them when Mrs. Amparo reached them by the dwarf hill with her chalkboard stick. I was hoping they were not beaten as I was expecting.
I went somewhere else to eat my snacks. After all, I used to eat my food while standing. I just considered it a sure way of properly and directly digesting the food that I was eating.
As I was walking toward our classroom after eating, I passed by the group of Kyle and Jonah. They were all laughing and talking as I passed by them. As usual, even though I was their classmate, I felt I was still invisible to them. I still remembered the day we held hands together. I could still feel his touch burning unto mine. I just hold my hand close to my heart until I reached the classroom.
On a piece of yellow paper I found on the playground, I mindlessly scribbled the words ‘Kyle loves Nikki’. Actually, not really the word ‘loves’ but just a small chubby heart in between our names. I secretly smiled and proceeded to write the word F.L.A.M.E.S. It was a matchmaking game we used to play in order to know our compatibility with our crushes. You just write your complete name and the name of your crush and crash out the letters that exist in your name and in your crush’s name. Do some simple math and you’ll know whether what type of compatibility you will have with your crush.
I was about to crash out some letters when I felt that someone was looking behind me. When I looked back, I saw Jonah and he was about to laugh but I cautioned him to keep it a secret by pressing the side of my index finger on my lips.
“And what if I tell him?,” he whispered.
“No, it’s embarrassing! Don’t say a word please.”
“He’ll never like you anyway.”
“I know that. So will you just keep it a secret?” I looked at him with round eyes, pleading for him to keep the knowledge to himself.
“I don’t really care about you anyway, so…” Jonah was cut by a girl’s voice. It was so familiar, I could say it was Marthina from the edge of her seat.
“What are you talking about?” she butted in.
“Nothing!” I immediately answered Marthina.
“Go away now!” I said to Jonah and pushed him away from me.
“How dare you push him!” Winona said as she also saw what happened. It was just a gentle push, not even an ounce of my strength was let out when I pushed Jonah. Winona was just overreacting, hurt that I just easily drove the prince of the class away. Yeah, how dare me indeed.
Marthina stood up from her seat and quickly brought herself in front of me. Most of the class were looking at us, wondering what was happening. Whenever Marthina opened her mouth, the entire class would not hesitate to lend their ears.
“Did you just push Jonah? Wow! You are really that thick!” Marthina said.
“No, Marthina. It was just a pat,” I answered, but it had a lot of sarcasm into it.
“Don’t lie to me. I saw how you pushed him.”
“C’mon, it’s really not a big deal. And besides it’s really none of your business.”
“Ah! None of my business I see,” Marthina replied and then, she found the opportunity to grab the yellow paper from my hand and crumpled it without even looking at it first. Actually, she made it into a ball and passed the ball to the class who also took turns of passing it to just anyone. I tried to get back the paper and chased one classmate to another until finally, Merry threw the ball of paper at me but it missed. I chased it but it landed on the part where I expected the least, on the floor, in front of the newly arrived Mrs. Amparo.
“What’s this commotion all about?” she asked the class. And Marthina, who was sitting on her chair quickly pointed at me.
“You! You are really giving me headaches. This is your last warning. Go back to your seat!” Mrs. Amparo exclaimed.
The good thing was, she didn’t even twitch my ear which was what she always did to her pupils. As I went back to my seat at the back, Marthina, who was sitting at the second row, grabbed the yellow paper from me and tossed it toward the chalkboard. Mrs. Amparo only saw the part where the paper was already flying in the air and she thought it was me who tossed it. She stood up and went toward me, fuming with unexplainable anger.
“I just gave you a warning and you continue to be such a monster,” she told me and grabbed me by the arm. She led me outside the classroom and told me to stay in there until she says so. To be honest, it was better than having to visit the principal’s office. I’d just have to stand outside for a few hours and have a reason to skip a few lessons. Or so I thought.
The class suddenly grew loud and I heard the girls whispering Kyle and Maybelle’s name with a giggle. From where I was standing, I could see the teacher explaining to the class about the Christmas party dance by the railed window. I held the metal bars with both hands like a prisoner eager to get out.
“We will be practicing for the formal dance next week. I have here the list of the students who will pair up for the dance. It’s final since I have equally divided the class into pairs. Unfortunately, not all girls will be partnered with the boys because the number of girls in the class are more than the boys. Of course, we will have pair leads. Kyle and Maybelle for group 1 and Jonah and Merry for group 2.” Mrs. Amparo announced.
My jaw just dropped, not quite shocked but hurt. And you know the worse?
“Leah, your partner will be Nikki.”
Miss Misfit’s Crush Chronicles (Episode 5)
What could go wrong during a dance when you’re partnered with the same kind of specie as you. Imagine wearing your best dress for the dance. Imagine the person in front of you, holding your hand and waist gently while wearing the best dress that person could afford of having as you both glide your way into the dance floor. Instead of freaking out by the fact that the person has same long hair and bodily structure as you, you lose your mind knowing that her dress is more dashing than yours. No. Not in my case. I freaked out knowing that Kyle was the one leading a strong rival by the name of Maybelle Beltran to the dance floor.
She was smiling at me with her fragile and immaculate features. Her skin, almost white as snow… I’m actually now thinking of a polar bear. But she seemed kind enough to be mocked in my head. Leah knew pretty well how to dance with a lot of ease and grace and I felt ashamed I couldn’t make an inside turn work out for her. So I guessed it would be better if I was the girl in our situation.
“You can do it. Spin like a ballerina,” my mom said behind my back. She and Leah’s mother were talking while watching us struggle to match our footsteps together. I swore she had no idea how hard it was to do that routine, after all she’s a natural skilled dancer.
“Come on. Make Leah spin,” Leah’s mom said as she pressured me a lot to make her daughter the girl in our pair.
“I can’t, it’s too hard to lead her. I don’t know how!” I screamed in my head. I showed them a tight grin but my brows which almost met at the center could tell my inner struggles.
I couldn’t see Kyle and Maybelle while we were dancing. They were at the front of the group and the huge Christmas tree blocked my view of them. I could still remember how I cursed that tree.
“Are you okay Nikki?” asked Leah as she saw me moving my head from left to right in search for the dreaded pair of the day.
“Okay? Er… it would be better if we move forward a little so that Mrs. Amparo can see how well you dance,” I lied.
“Really? But if we move in front, that would shock Maybelle and Kyle.”
“Isn’t it amazing?”
“Don’t you get it? When you’re in the front, you will be the star and you will have a higher chance to be noticed by Jonah. I know he’s your crush.”
Pause. I felt like one of the mean girls at that time. Having Leah as a bait to break the class’ beloved love team was wicked that you wish I was not the main protagonist in this story. But hey, I’m just a human with either brilliant or stupid ways to solve my problems.
But a turn of events favored the good and karma slapped me like the much hated character in a primetime soap opera.
As we roughly glided and squeezed ourselves through the group’s formation while dancing, I felt ecstatic by the time I took a glimpse of Kyle’s head. I couldn’t wait to get in front.
“Where are you going?” my mom called from a far.
“You will see!”
Yes, she would see like the rest of the people present in the party how I would make or break their day.
“Just be carefu…” before my mom could finish saying the last word, I already saw Marthina’s evil smiling face. Before I knew it, I felt a strong foot blocking mine. As I went down on the floor like a hapless lizard from the ceiling, my hands got hold of the huge Christmas tree. The next thing I knew, the Christmas tree and I looked like the defeated tag team in a scripted wrestling show. Damn, that hurt!
“Were you trying to kill us?” Kyle yelled even before I could recover myself from sprawling on the floor.
I felt two strong hands picked me up and they belonged to a classmate’s dad. My father was not even there to do that for me.
“What were you trying to do?” my mom asked as soon as she came to me.
Good thing Leah was alright. I was able to free my hands off her as soon as I felt that I was blocked by Marthina. I should have grabbed Marthina down with me to make the situation a win-win. But I thought that karma would find its way into her someday. Wait, the karma came soon enough than I expected.
“Are you alright?” the very kind words that Jonah’s mom uttered to me as she inspected the sides of my head and arms. Jonah’s mom was the newly assigned nurse in our town’s hospital.
I saw Marthina’s jaw dropped as she saw Jonah’s mom attending to me. I wanted to laugh but I savored the moment of seeing her face pressed with pure disbelief.
“You are fine, there’s nothing to worry. I know who did this. I saw the whole thing,” Jonah’s mom calmly said, loud enough for Marthina to hear.
Jonah’s mom went to talk with Mrs. Amparo and she whispered something into our teacher’s ear. Mrs. Amparo looked at Marthina after hearing what Jonah’s mom told her. And I could tell that by the look of Marthina’s face, she wished she could disappear before Mrs. Amparo could take a second look at her.
“Is Kyle and Maybelle alright?” those were the very first words I said after the minor incident. Wow! I was this one who made an epic touchdown with the huge Christmas tree on the floor and the first line I said was about how concerned I was to the person who accused me of trying to kill them. I hoped my martyrdom would get me somewhere in the end.
“They are fine. They were able to run in time before the Christmas tree could hit them. Kyle, that tall kid was like a hero when he was able to grab Maybelle and save her from the falling tree. If only you were not the victim, I could have applauded for the kid’s agility,” my mom said
My knees hurt after I fell down and the pain was bearable. But as my mom recounted the story to me, I felt my heart bleeding inside. It hurt more than the pain throbbing in my knees.
“Gosh, mom. You always have a way of making me feel better,” I replied in a form of sarcasm. How I wished of saying the word ‘bitter’ rather than ‘better’.
I guessed at the young age of seven, tending wounds on the knees was much more appropriate than tending a bleeding heart. I believed I still have a lot of chances to form the Kyle and Nikki love team. The days seemed to pass fast. As the strong current of the wind blew the tree leaves, I hoped that the trees won’t wither and die like my love, which I hoped would last even if the future was uncertain.
Then I suddenly found myself waiting outside the classroom of my third grade class while our most terror teacher Ms. Lily was holding her lecture. Another classic punishment for violating something I forgot to recall.
“Nikki, you may come in now. Alienation is over,” Gale whispered to me by the doorway.
Welcome to the first section of my third grade class!
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