A Trip Down Memory Lane

Chapter Six: First Encounters

Oh man, I'm killing most of the subjects. So far I have no problem in reciting, answering the teachers' questions, and to some short quizzes. My teachers were impressed at me because I somehow meeting their expectations so far. They are very supportive, not just for me, but to all of my classmates.

But there's one...

She's one of the few "Terror-ist Teachers" we had. They said that your Senior year will never be complete if you don't feel the wrath of "Madam B"!

Based on what I heard, she's an "old maid", meaning she's single until she got old. Well anyway, let's cut this "gossip corner" about her. It's bad, y'know?

I almost felt her wrath during our Physics subject, when she suddenly asked us questions about "mirrors."

"Ms. MADRIGAL!" she called me.

"Yes, Madam?" I suddenly stood up to my chair, shocked.

"What are you doing? Are you listening?" she asked in her trying hard British accent.

"Yes."

"For real?"

"Yes."

"So, what type of mirror that is usually used in the side mirrors of cars?"

"Hmmm." To be honest, I don't know.

This is bad....

I'm dead....

I looked to Zieg beside me maybe he knows the answer. But he is just staring me! He is not responding to my what-is-the-answer face or will-you-help-me face.

I heard a whisper from my left side. "Convex."

It was Aerilyn, and she whispered it again, "Convex mirror."

"Convex Mirror madam," I said to Mrs. Bartolome.

"Hm? Good. Pay attention next time huh!"

I sat down... Woah... Deep sigh.

That was a close one.

After that class, I thanked Aerilyn for her help.

"Thank you Aeri! I almost got killed earlier."

"Your welcome," She said with a smile.

"Wanna go grab some lunch with me?" I invited her.

"No thank you. I already have one."

"Ah, It's a shame. Let's bond sometime." I said and hugged her.

"Okay."

Aerilyn Marzia Martinez is a very quiet girl. I seldom see her talking to our other classmates. Most of the time, she just sits in her seat, looking outside the room or using her smartphone with earphones to kill time.

She's tall like me with an innocent face. She's really soft-spoken. But do you know what's weird? I feel that she is "something", that I can't even explain.

The class has been finally ended and I'm on my way out of the campus alone. Once again, I can't contact Suzy and Luanne while Zieg ditched me again. He said he had to attend a basketball practice.

"Basketball practice? You're in the basketball team?" I asked.

"Yea. Something's wrong?"

"I thought those in the 'Sports Track' are only qualified to be involved in a sports team."

"Well, you're wrong. Other students aside from the 'Sports Track' can play."

"Really?"

"Unlike to us, their schedules are mostly in the field. Therefore, I must deal with it and try my best to cope up to my team duties."