My Life

5. The Process

I stayed back almost everyday to help them with their project. During their classes, I do my homework, and during their recess, I help them in deciding the colours, painting, and stuff. Sometimes they skip their less important classes to do the art.

I helped whatever and whenever I could. During those days when the dateline is near, I painted until late night, slept for two hours, and woke up again to paint.

Those days were tiring, but lovely. I chatted with both of them about ways to do those art every single day after we reached home. They always sleep earlier than I do and wake up later than I do, which makes me feel like Im trying too hard. He always told me to rest though.

There was a day when I brought my painting tools to lend my boyfriend to be. He came early to finish his art during my classes. When I came down to the canteen during my recess, he had already went home to take a shower and come back for his schooling session. He just left my painting tools on a canteen table, without caring whether someone would take it or not. When I asked him about it later that day, he did not apologise but said that I did not ask him to keep it. I was literally speechless because what he said was true and I can't continue being mad at him.

The next day in class, I kept cursing him and telling about the event to my best friend in class. She teased me, saying that I would like him one day. I nearly threw up at that for I was really pissed off and would never have imagined how we would be together without quarreling.

I got to know them really well though, that they were each of them the worst students in their primary school, as in their attitude towards their teachers. I got to know what they do during their days.. weekends... what they like., what they hate..

We became a trio. Their friends know me even if I do not know them.