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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those joy we had ;
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