Let me introduce myself. I am John. I'm the guy who would say things right in front of you without any hesitations even if it hurts you. I've been in many troubles with this attitude of mine. But come on? It's better to have enemies while saying the truth than having many friends while being a liar right? Well yes it's good to have enemies. But having a lot of bruises and wounds just because you said something true is not much worth it. I always love to learn more things. But never in school. I hated school since I was grade 4. Let's just say that a life playing on the street is better than a life in school. I love playing games. It is my life. I am very competitive. In games, in school subjects, in street fight, and even in storytelling. Yeah I'm a smart guy with no ambition of being an honor student or whatever near it. In my mind medals, awards, or even titles would never define me. Only my true friends know who I am and who I was. I am very protective. When a friend gets hit by someone, I would charge forward and smash that guy with anything hard I can see. I am very annoying. A lot of people like me for being that. But much more people hate me for being that annoying. And when it comes to family. I am a very loving person. I would give everything I have for my family. Oh! And one more thing. I know you already notice but I'm going to say it so there are no more misunderstandings. I am a very talkative guy. Some people even think I'm gay because I talk a lot. Who can blame them? I know for myself that I talk a lot but I know that I'm not gay. Well anyway. It's not about them. It's all about me.
Let's cut to the chase. By this time I already graduated from high school and stopped schooling for a semester. As usual, everything feels like heaven. And by heaven I mean it was a scorching hot summer. I was sweating like pig on a roast pot serving for dinner. As usual, I'm sleeping on my creepy, dark, silent, messy, unsanitary, and very "comfortable" room. Suddenly, somebody slammed the door like it wants to destroy the whole place. It was my mom, asking me to get ready. My mom's name is Isabel. She is a very kind person with a big heart to help anyone in need. In contrary, she also has this very scary "dark side". Every time she gets angry she would shout to anyone she see, that shout is like a siren that goes within your soul in an instant and strike your fear deep within the flesh of your bone marrows then eats your very strength left in you. And or hit someone she get pass. So beware if you see her with a frown. That's the clue that she's not in a good mood and might hit you or shout at you. I don't know why she wants me to get up but I come rushing before getting hit by anything. If you we're in my place you would do the same.
I got out of my room and get stunned by what I saw. A beautiful girl. So beautiful that the angels near her sings soft melody that almost makes me feel relaxed. How can I define her? Well, she has this calm and sexy looking eye. Her hair is so straight almost like newly rebonded. Her lips are foxy red and tempting that makes me want to kiss her. Her body is a perfect symmetry from head to toe. And her face is carved by a thousand angels. On top of all that, she's wearing hip hop cap! Aaaahhhhhh! She's my dream girl. She was sitting in a chair near the painting that I never noticed not until this moment. A very attractive girl with a boyish yet sexy get up was waiting for me. This is a dream come true! Well then I ask mom why she asked me to get ready. What for? I'm really not in the mood to do anything today. Can I pass? Surely I'll pass! At least that's what I think I'll do.
John: "Mom, what is it this time?"
Isabel: "Meet Grace. She's the daughter of my friend Ana. You're enrolling this semester. And she will be guiding you."
John: "WHAT?!? Right now? But!? Phew! Ok."
Isabel: "Is there a problem?"
John: "Nothing. But its 2nd semester. It's hard to catch up if I enroll on the 2nd semester. You know what? I'm not going. I will enroll next year. On the 1st semester."
Isabel: "You are enrolling this semester and Grace will be coming with you to make sure you enroll. She's an intelligent girl. There are a lot of things you can learn from her. Get changed and get moving young man."
Stop! Tell me honestly. How can you refuse to go enroll if your dream girl is going with you to assist you on enrolling? This conversation is very one sided! I never want to enroll but I want to have a date with Grace. Well, maybe I can go have a date with her on school? Then make the enrolling part out of the deal. He he he, it's like hitting two birds with one stone! Surely I'll go with this plan. Mwahaha!!!
Me: "OK. But I'm telling you. It's going to be hard for me."
Mom: "Go now. Here's money for your trip."
On the trip going to school. Grace is sitting beside me. Not even a single inch away! My heart is pounding so hard that I think I'm fading. This is kind of awkward but I like it. Who would have thought that going to school can be this fun! Surely not me. But with Grace on my side? Come on! This is fun. It's kind of embarrassing though that I can't even speak to Grace. She smells so sweet like a freshly picked strawberries. I got stunned so much that when I speak the words are bubbling in my mouth. I'm like a dog that got injection so barks will be silent. I simply look at her and turn around whenever she's looking. Awkward isn't it? No its not. For me it was a dream in the middle of not being asleep. Then she looks at me straight in the eyes. I feel like I'm going to fade. She looked at me in the eyes and smiled at me! The feeling of fading is rising. What Should I do? What am I going to say? I never spoke to a girl this amazing my whole life. This is not good. I'm sweating through my whole body. Why am I so tensed? She's just a girl. Come on! Man up John!
Grace: "Hey."
John: "H-hi."
Grace: "So, what course are you going for?"
John: "I don't know. Mom said I should take accountancy but I wanted to take Electronic Communication Engineering."
Grace: "Then you should go for Electronic Communication Engineering. It's hard to get a course that you don't really want... bla bla bla..."
She keeps talking and talking but I can't understand what she's talking about. I'm too busy smiling while starring at her and slowly falling in love. What? Did I say L-O-V-E? This isn't good. Let me say I'm just starting to like her. OK? Well just leave the case like that. I'm so not good in love things. It happens the first time I have a crush when I was in grade 3. I tell her straight that I have a crush on her since the 1st grading. Well? She just looked at me and never speaks to me ever again. Then it happens that every time I admit that I have a crush on someone, it always happens that they would go away from me. Is it really that bad? Me having a crush? Oh come on! It's just a crush! Well anyway I don't really care much. It's not like it's going to kill me or something. But hey! It still hurts a bit you know! So starting that day when I have a crush I always think of it as I'm being cursed to failure. So what? At least that way I would be the one to go away. Then simply forget that I have a crush on them. It works so well. Maybe not this time. Well, I hope it works too.
Grace: "Hey! Are you even listening?"
John: "I know right! I should totally take Electronic Communication Engineering. But you know? My mom would really be disappointed if I do that. And she won't be happy to hear it. And when mommy ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!"
Grace: "Haha! So you're scared of your mom."
John: "Nah!?! Everyone is scared of my mom."
Grace: "Haha, funny guy."
Time is passing by and we continue talking until we got to the place we're heading. The school! The place where everyone is forced to sit down for 10 hours and listen to a very long and boring conversation where the professor is the only one talking. And when you fall asleep because of boorishness, the professor would hit you using anything he is holding. May it be a book, a notebook, a pen, or even a chair! Where's the mercy in this place?! Well, if you got lucky, he will tell you to get out of the room. Finally!!! Success! Well, I'm the best buyer of this "get out of the room" speech since I was in 4th grade. Lucky for me. But when there's no other choice, I'd take anyone who can help me escape this sugar coated place of boorishness and decay. I would really appreciate it! Please! Somebody! Anyone?!? HHHEEELLLPPP!!!
