ELMERY
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Bliss.
Everything was fine, as fine as life can be. So, peaceful. I loved it. No brothers torturing me, no stupid fights with Arlen, everything was just fine.
Until, the day arrived.
"English, really? That's the last exam? God, I don't need to study!"
I was chilling in my grandma's house, coming from a stressful Math exam I don't think I'll pass. I was pretty confident about English though, I just needed to know the story. Nothing else.
So, I decided to do something.
I wanted to make a handmade flower for Arlen, it didn't seem much but hey- if we end up in different classes, it might at least remind him of me, right?
I followed a YouTube tutorial on how to make a handmade flower, I wasted a couple of hours, but it's fine, right?
My grandma kept coming back to the room reminding me to study, I told her I already did- I was confident. She didn't look convinced, but I really wanted to finish this.
I didn't realize it back then, adolescence taking the best of me. I didn't know what was important, I just did what I wanted. At that time, I didn't realize that I was obsessed with him.
Our relationship back then was disgusting, we both had to go through a lot of trouble. I didn't focus on my studies, what was important. I was too engrossed in my love life. Meanwhile, Arlen had to go through betrayal like never before. Something, you may think I have talked about but no, I haven't.
After a couple of tries, I finally got it. It was beautiful flower, done with origami paper, a mixture of green and blue, it looked wonderful. I was so excited to give this to him!
The next day, I was feeling extremely happy. I studied well, and made a pretty flower. I was proud of myself. It was a little sad, since it was the last day of exam, but it's not like I was going to lose any of my friends right? They are just going to be in different classes!
But things went down hill after that.
I sat down on my desk and took a deep breath, I was prepared thoroughly well. I sneaked a glance at Arlen who looked crestfallen, his eyes were red, there were bags under his eyes. He stare at the ground, wondering as if when his life was going to end. I instantly got concerned, did he not study?
I walked over to his desk, "Hey, what's wrong?"
He took my hand, "Elmery, I have to tell you something, it's really important. I couldn't tell you before because I didn't want to ruin the-the happiness, b-but now, there is no happiness left inside me."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'm-"
"Everybody get ready, for the examination! Keep your bags outside!"
Arlen gritted his teeth," Why does everybody have to interrupt me?!"
The whole class was silenced, I quickly let go of his hand. "S-Sorry, miss! I'm just scared, I didn't study that well..."
The teacher raised her eyebrows, "Get out, keep your bags!"
We quickly got out with our bags, I tapped him on the shoulder, "So, what were you-"
"I'm leaving the school."
I stared at him for a moment, before bursting out into fit of laughter. "N-Nice joke, Arlen! Ok, now what as it that you wanted to tell me?"
He looked at the ground, apparently he didn't like his own joke.
"Why aren't you laughing? It was a funny joke, I know April is about a month away-"
"I'm not joking, I've wanted to tell you for a while now. But, I never had the chance to. A long time ago, it would have been the easiest thing for me to say. Now, I couldn't even utter a word about this."
I just stood there, processing this new information. It seemed to take most of my brain, I didn't remember anything, the exam, the fun stuff I was going to do after school, the flower.
The flower.
It was a good thing I made it, it was supposed to be a reminder from a class away. Now, I don't even want to know.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Mumbai." For some reason, he hesitated before saying the words.
I did not say anything after that, I just returned to class and sat on my desk.
The test was forgotten, I failed. My mother was angry at me, and angry is not that much of a strong word.
Before writing the last letter of my exam, I glanced at Arlen, a tear trickled down my face.
So, this is it.
Before leaving the school, I gave the flower to Arlen and held his affectionately.
"Don't forget me, even though if you did it would be for the better."
I climbed onto the bus, I saw the trees pass by, I looked at Arlen's bus and knew it would be the last time I'll ever see him in it.
That's Elmery George signing out.
Arlen will be waiting.
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RomanceElmery George, an 8th grader from St. Anthony, is cold, full of arrogance and is the type of person who can angry at the small little things. On the other hand, Arlen D' Silvia is the short, scrawny, sarcastic and a smile that can infect a crowd-ne...