The Boy Without A Name

Passage 4

Weeks after, my other best friend, KrisBelle learned about the story of the boy without a name. She offered to write the idea I had in mind since she was seriously the better writer.

November rolled around before I knew it and soon it was the regional competition. I was slowly forgetting about that particular boy in the last couple of weeks so when the day finally came I forgot that today would be my last chance of seeing him ever again.

Shortly before the competition, I had found his Facebook account. I was all giddy and excited back then because who wouldn't really? I practically raped Google searching for the winners list and when I did find it, I typed in every boy's name from he list into the search engine of Facebook. That time, his face was slowly fading from my memories. So, when I did find his account I was shocked out of my mind. Because I found him! I. Found. Him.

I laughed at the memory. I read through my previous diary entries about him last night and I couldn't help but laugh at how deep I thought I was in. But no, every time I fall for someone I exaggerate the feelings I have for them in my mind. Like, dude, my heart will always long for him my ass.

I had to go to school early that morning with my teacher. She lives three houses away from me which is really scary because if she leaves her house earlier than I do and I see her walking when I leave for school, I have to walk faster than her and then take a different route to avoid her, even though she could probably see me every time.

Anyway, when we arrived at the venue after a long, silent and awkward one-hour trip in a taxi cab, we arrived at our destination. We arrived about an hour early so we had breakfast first at McDonald's which was a really bad idea since when we returned to the venue of the competition it was already packed with different schools and the lines for the registration was so crowded you could probably die in there because it was almost like a stampede.

I had a new friend from a different school in our district, she was kind of quiet but not really as well. After the opening program which we inattentively listened to, and then the contest proper and then a quick break, we proceeded to the competition.

We had to listen to a one-hour lecture beforehand in which I almost died. We were all sitting cross-legged on the floor and the stupid, annoying jerk in front of me kept sitting on my legs and was leaning so much he was almost lying down on me. On top of that, he kept annoying other kids as well which distracted me from the lecture and he smelt like a net full of dead fish. I nearly died because I couldn't breathe normally in that one hour because whenever anything or anyone stinks I don't breathe through my nose which makes it so hard to breathe.

I was hyperventilating after the lecture as we exited the room. We were given a topic and then when I was done I handed in my paper to our proctor and waited for my friend to finish.

In that short while, I was swinging my lunch bag from left to right and unfortunately (yet really fortunately) it hit this boy. When I took in his features I realized that it was the boy without a name. Robert!

That was his name, at least that's what was his Facebook account told me.

"Ouch!" He helped.

I was stunned for a while before I was able to reply, "S-sorry,"

"Tsk. Stop swinging that thing around, you're practically killing innocent people," he jokingly told me.

I couldn't help but laugh at his humor even though he was probably pissed. "But so-called innocent people like you should be wary of badass ninjas like me swinging my killer lunch bag!"

He laughed, such a cute, little laugh. He looked adorable. His eyes were dancing - boy, was he cute.

He extended his right hand to me, "Hey, it's nice meet to meet you. You're weird, I like you," he said with that boyish smile playing on his lips as I took his hand and shook it. I knew he didn't mean he like likes me, but he likes me in a friendly stranger kind of way. But those three last words still managed to make me feel the whole zoo inside my stomache.

"I'm Robert John, by the way," he added. I wanted to tell him that I know, but of course, that would make him run away screaming like Chad Dylan Cooper in that particular episode of Sonny with a Chance.

"I'm Lillian Michie," I replied with a friendly grin. Someone screamed his name as soon as he

as he has withdrawn his hand from my grasp. He gave me a little salute while running away and screamed, "Pretty name!"

My friend suddenly came out of the room just after he left. We walked back into the gymnasium where both our trainers were waiting. As we were walking I couldn't help but wonder.

Why did he make feel like that when I was laughing about the idea of liking him earlier?

Maybe I don't exaggerate my feelings, maybe my brain is just to dumb to realize that I really do like Robert a lot. Maybe my heart is trying to tell me that.

I whipped out my phone from my bag and sent the same text to all 6 of my closest friends: The boy without a name had found his identity before - well, I found it. But now, that boy has found my identity.