Words We Could Never Find

One

It was eight years ago and it was raining hard like tonight. I first met you in a park where all the other children played when it was a sunny weather.

I never got to play with them much because I have asthma and I couldn't tire myself out.

It wasn't because of you that I remembered that particular day. It was because I had lost my locket. The one my mom and dad gave me the moment I was born. But you were indeed a plus. An unforgettable one.

I was crying hard that day. I was always the one to cry. I'm not that head-strong girl everybody else knew. I tore my mask down that moment because I knew that no one would see me. I thought that no one would see me. I was wrong because you did.

You saw me and you approached me. You even dropped your umbrella when you noticed that I was crying and you ran to my side.

You had no idea who I was but I knew who you were. You were the boy that every fourth grade girl had a crush on. Every fourth grade girl except me. You were cute but I saw nothing special about you.

Not until that moment at least.

"Don't cry," you told me comfortingly. "Pretty girls like you shouldn't be crying."

"Y-You think I-I'm pretty?" I stuttered, sniffling my nose before looking back expectantly at you.

"Of course! You have the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen." you said, smiling proudly at yourself that you somehow made me feel better. You did. You made me feel a hundred times better.

Ever since that day, we became inseperable. I don't know why but it made me happy. You sometimes chose to hang out with me rather than the boys you used to play with. It made me feel special.

I found a best friend and a hero. You would always protect me when I couldn't defend myself. That rarely happened though. I was a tough kid, wasn't I? I was strong.

But that was it. I was too strong. I was too strong that no one asked if I was ever okay. All they saw was a girl who would smile no matter what. I guess that's what made me care about you so much. You cheered me up and made me happy without even knowing it.

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"Katherine Rivers," Our English teacher, Ms. Miranda, said sternly with a hand on her hip. "You have something to add, perhaps?" she raised an eyebrow skeptically.

I sank in my seat and tried hard not to grimace. I hate it when people called me Katherine. On either sides of me, Julian Trent and Clyde Wilson were staring at me like I had grown a new nose.

I shook my head shyly, feeling a little embarrassed. Ms. Miranda narrowed her eyes at me in warning before continuing her lesson.

I released a sigh of relief. Ms. Miranda didn't know how to chill. I only laughed accidentally at her pronounciation mistake. It was mean but she was our English teacher. She should have known. No one bothered to correct her so I assumed that they also didn't know.

I know what people will say if I told them; A 10-year old kid correcting a teacher at a subject she majors in? What a know-it-all.

Which is why I chose to stay quiet. I'm starting to believe that people here don't know the meaning of common sense. Not that I ever believed they did. It was the way things worked after all.

Brighton High is a prestigious school functioned by money. Meaning; every student here was loaded. It didn't matter if you were smart. If you don't have money, you won't get in.

Not that I'm bringing it down though. I love this school. Sometimes, teachers come from other countries just to work here. The curricular was advanced in the high school and college department and they're the most famous departments of the school.