Drama & Sports

In School

Honestly, at first she didn't seem anything special, just a spoiled snob from a rich school whom quite some people liked, not me though. I was 11 years old when I think I hated someone as much as I hated her, not for being from a great school, no, but for ruining my streak of topping in all subjects by scoring more than me in English. Although she got great score in social sciences as well but had performed average or below average in rest. God, how happy she was and how I hated that smile. I was so angry, that I felt like crying or maybe like I'll burst. Though I did neither. In a month or two she fell ill and didn't came to school for a month, I guess for Miss "My School Was So Great" couldn't really adjust in our strict school well. And the same people who used to follow her around sort of forgot her. She came back and she was no longer popular, no one wanted to talk to her, help her or be with her, weird human behavior. Anyway soon the sports season started and I performed brilliantly in quite some sports so now along with being a class ranker, I also became quite popular in school for sports. Most of my classmates and seniors loved me, well, I was quite a diplomat, silver- tongued, sweet boy. In looks department I'm not bad looking either, I would say quite opposite. Hazel brown eyes, light brown hair, fair yet a bit golden tanned skin, athletic type body build, good height and a dashing smile. Vain much? Yes, I was. Remembering the old me sort of makes me grin and sort of want to whack at the back of his head in equal measure. What I piece I was...

Back to her, after coming back and without her followers and friends, she no longer was the talkative and bubbly girl she used to be, she became rather quiet, kept to herself and got books issued from library. I think she was the only 11 years old in whole school who was interested in getting books from library and library sir even gave her. She mostly read fiction, children's novels, classic novels or classic short story collections. You might ask why I noticed her, well, though she wasn't the prettiest girl in our class, well she was unique and different and had quite a cute smile like a slow to start glowing bulb, which started so slow yet brightened up her small face though she smiled quite less. She sat alone as there were uneven numbers of students in our class, I don't whether she didn't want to sit with anyone or no one wanted to sit with her. Though I do think it might have been the latter. She was unique as she loved to read when no one did, she performed so well in some subjects and so badly in some, she never completed her homework of most the subjects, teachers scolded her a lot but still she did what she wanted to, she didn't bothered anyone but neither let anyone bother her much.

Then we all went up a standard. I was made the class monitor. I had a lot of friends, two best friends, my sports, my rank, my popularity, I think I had everything I needed back then. Then came the dramatics, precisely Hindi dramatics, everyone sort of went crazy about it. We had plays upcoming for inter house completion, class grading and few more... And that became her time to shine, I heard she wrote, directed, casted and acted in all of them. Some were raving hits and some were flops. Everyone praised her for her plays and her dedication, even by those who had scolded her when she had asked them to relieve her play members from lectures for practice. And she was quite a good actor as well, she could act for both male and female characters quite well. She made her house win quite some competitions and won few with her class groups as well. (Note: My class team won quite a few as well, used to be a good actor and had been quite complimented for my comic timing and direction as well.) I still remember that class play, in which her play had a part of police so she had made Origami guns and painted them black in the class itself with her group mates. When those were used, how guys loved that play and what a hit it was, I still don't get why guys loved those guns so much. They literally stole those black little pistols from her bench during break. This all dramatics fever went on till we all went up another grade and till halfway of it as well. I was made the head boy of the junior section of school. Then that horrid play of hers' happened, of Ramayana, by her house. The dialogues were good, scenes and costumes were good but the timings went so off and actors missed their cues so much that our Principal pretty much called it off but later allowed to at least wrap it up. It was painful to watch.
The school closed for month long autumn break and when we came back all the drama fever was gone. The sports season started, I bagged nationals in two sports and an Asian in junior kickboxing. A girl proposed to me, a standard senior, of another city but she was exactly my type, national in two sports, sporty, funky and so cool. We talked at nights on phone and texted during day. I thought I was in love. Wake up time, she dumped me for a guy three years older to her, I knew him, same circle, national sports team.