A Bucket Of Your Heart

Chapter 15

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I sit together with Clyde in class as the school starts in about 15 minutes. 

Ken as usual was the first one to be there. Talk about being an early bird. That's why the adviser slash homeroom teacher, Miss Mendez gave him the other key for the room so that the students can go inside without waiting for her.

He was quietly sitting along with our few classmates. That was before we, Clyde and I arrived, that the peacefulness was disrupted. Why? Because of Clyde and his loud mouth. 

I wouldn't question why he made friends easily. He's the type of person everyone can get along with. Now I'm thinking, will he leave me if he finds another one worth his eyes? 

Noah was the next one to come in our row and the next thing he did after settling in his seat was to study. 

For what? I thought.

When you look at him, he radiates the energy of being the shitty guy who only causes trouble. His features made him look intimidating but inside lies a really soft personality. I wonder how he came to like Marielle.

And speaking of the brat. She's the last one to arrive. Though I couldn't say that she was late. It's actually still pretty early. There's about 20 mins left before our homeroom class.

She slouched in her chair and slept. I overheard Noah whisper good morning to her but the brat couldn't care less. 

Clyde came in a hurry and sat beside me. 

I looked at him. "Anong meron?"

"Parating na raw si Miss Mendez," he took his bag on the floor and placed it in the chair.

Oh.

A few minutes after, the sound of heels rang through the corridor. I guess that's our adviser. 

My assumption was proven correct when Miss Mendez stepped inside with her hair in a clean bun and a squared eyeglass that makes her look strict.. as she really is.

We rose and greeted her. Even Marielle who was asleep earlier instantly woke up. 

She checked her wrist watch and brought her arm down after that. 

"For our homeroom PT, you're going to be grouped by row. You'll do the PT for the rest of the school year. See the garden over there?" she glanced down the windows. 

Some of the class peeked to see what she was referring to. I saw a small place with a fountain in it but it was far from being called a garden. No trees, no plants, and no flowers either.

Her eyes pierced through each one of us as she spoke, "You're going to make that place a garden. You need to plant something as a remembrance since you guys are graduating. Take care of it until it grows beautifully as a sign that you guys also grew into charming teenagers that are ready for storms you're going to face outside highschool."

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I heard the jingle of a bell when we went inside a garden shop. We were greeted by a refreshing smell coming from the place. 

Different pots of  plants and flowers were displayed in the racks. A text was written on the white wall that says 'Life is short, Buy plants'.

A tall ginger haired woman about in her 20s greeted us, carrying a pot of plant. She's wearing a brown apron above her white polo shirt and black fitted jeans. Her mid-calf leather boots made a thumping sound as she walked to us. 

"Oh dear. It's not all the time I see teens coming here," she showed us her smile, putting the pot near one of the racks.

"Pinapatanim po kasi kami ng school para sa isang garden." Noah responded politely.