The need to create another logical blog entry is tingling my intuition. And after a million pages of wasted editing, I decided to post a re-blog. I actually wrote this piece originally as an article for our school organ, however, I decided to not pass this one. I guess my sentimental side once again went way overboard since this was the first of the "narratives" that i did.
She was the reason I look forward to go to school everyday. I couldn’t really say that I like or adore her or something, but there’s this ‘thing’ in her that I couldn’t help but admire each time I see her. Infatuation, admiration or whatever it was, all I knew was that I’m happy seeing her.I don’t know her that well (except for her name), although we’re studying under the same roof, we’re sitting beside each other, and we usually talk,-you know, school stuff. There was this sort of barrier between us. I don’t dislike her and she doesn’t dislike me. I guess that is what’s keeping us apart but we do talk-sometimes.Yes we talked.It was a normal Monday morning when our teacher instructed us to group ourselves into three for a miniature boat-building activity. The room shook as my classmates rushed and hold on to each other. Unfortunately and coincidentally, she and I were the last two left (we’re 35 in our class). Because there are only eleven sets of materials-another coincidence- our teacher decided to give us a special job, to monitor our classmates while they construct their boats. Our teacher found it justifiable because she said it would be unfair for both of us-another excuse for miscalculating the number of students she has.“Make sure they don’t copy each other’s boat designs,” our teacher firmly said. “I’m warning you, if there are duplicates-..” then gave us a devilish glare. Our teacher can be peculiar sometimes but the statement did make me quiver.I glimpsed at her at that moment and I felt happy. Well, I shouldn’t be, right? Teachers stressing students was never a happy moment in my book. Could it be that I’m with her?Of course not! I told myself that I was happy because I’m exempted form doing the activity. You see, “Why are you smiling?” she asked me.“Nothing,” I answered abruptly. I was taken aback.“I’m just happy because I’m exempted from doing the activity,” I told her a few moments later.“Though-” she couldn’t finish. She was obviously afraid of our teacher. Most of my classmates think our teacher is a tyrant. I do too-sometimes. But I’m usually not afraid of her.Then there was silence.-the oh-so familiar silence.I held her hand. She’s so fragile.…‘It’s going to be okay,” I assured her. For the first time in my life I felt an invisible connection towards someone. Her simple gestures: the way she brushes her bangs away from her face; the way her mouth moves when she talk; the way her eyes seem to beckon you every time you look at her. It feels like, everything she does is ethereal.I stared at her for so long that I didn’t even realize that we weren’t paying attention to what our classmates were doing. It’s a good thing they were still halfway.I looked at her again. Our eyes locked. She smiled.From that moment, I realized that she’s someone special. She’s not the ordinary girl anymore. It’s like, she’s someone new.She looks different.It feels different. It feels even better. ♥