Memories of Charlie : Chapter 4

I woke up with a hungry and growling tummy, realizing I’m not lying on my comfy bed back home. I dragged my feet across the room into the toilet. I looked in the mirror and see the reflection of a total failure. I took a long breath and continue washing up. Sitting on the bed while sobbing over my life, I heard three knocks on my door. Wondering who it is, I open the door without looking through the peeping hole. It’s him, Cedrick! I was taken aback!

“Hi… erm… I got your room number from the front desk. I hope y…o…u don’t mind.”

“Owh, it’s okay. So… may I help you?”

“It’s like this. Erm, I think I know you. You’re Charlie rite?”

“Yeaaaa…ss, I told you that yesterday.”

“No, I mean Charlie, Charlie from KL?? Charlie from my teenage memory? Charlie the girl who spilled soup all over me?? Charlie?”

I couldn’t say much but “err” the whole time. Should I tell him, or should I not? I kept quiet.

“So?? Are you?? Cause there is so many resemblances in you two, so much alike.”

“I…I… I guess you got the wrong person.”

“Really? Owh, I guess it’s my mistake then.”

And he just leaves with his head down.

You’re probably wondering, what the hell was I thinking, right? Well, what good does it make if I tell him the truth? He’ll probably just say “hi, nice seeing you again” like how he used to and we’d be friends again and live our separate lives but once in a while meet up, drink coffee and then I’ll have to listen to him brag about his oh-so-wonderful wife and his smartass kids. Yes, I expect those things to happen so it is better to keep quiet about my true identity from him.

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Memories of Charlie : Chapter 3

Let’s rewind time and go back to the first day of my form 2 year. I’ve grown, even for that little bit. Meeting my friends again was the best part of it all. It was great to escape from all those studies but holidays were a bore. So, standing in the sea of students and a whole form of newbie’s, we were chatting among ourselves like there’s no tomorrow. There were a lot to catch up on, since we haven’t seen each other for more than 2 months. The teachers and the prefects were working their butts off to keep the students quiet, but we couldn’t bother. After assembly, students walk back to their classes while continue chit-chatting. Our class is at the basement, like every other year. After settling down, the teachers started with their lessons.

The bell rang and it was recess. Normally students don’t line up while buying their food, but the form ones obeyed the rules because they were new. And normally form ones get the advantage of leaving class 5 minutes early. So, when my friends and I arrived at the canteen, it was crowded with rules-follower. We only had 20 minutes so instead of being good students, the rest of the students barged in. It was tough but I managed to get in. I was about to leave with my very hot soup when suddenly, the sea of people in front of me started pushing each other. Unable to get a good grip on my bowl, I accidentally poured it on a form 5 boy. It was a moment of embarrassment. Everyone stood back and said ‘whoa!’ at the same time. I dropped the bowl and immediately cover my mouth with my hands. I apologized over and over again, hoping he doesn’t beat me up. Fortunately, he didn’t and instead he just stood up, nod and said its okay, and left. I just stood there, stunned.

Since the day, I’ve been apologizing and he’s been forgiving every time I see him and before we know it, we started talking. Every time we talked, I would stare into his eyes, his brown eyes, and whatever happens around was just a blur. Soon, this turns into a crush, but I never did told him about it, even until now.

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