Four Years Apart

Hectic

~Shane's POV~

It is results day today! I woke up earlier than usual so I can reach school earlier. I wanted to make sure that I was not late. I did my usual morning and reached school slightly earlier. I sat in my seat and started reading, while waiting for my form teacher to bring our results slip up to class. I have put in more effort this term compared to last term, so hopefully I would get a better result. After getting out results, it would only be 9 am. CCA today has been pushed forward to 12pm to 3pm. I would have three hours of nothing. Kerri texted me this morning, asking me if I wanted to go the library to study with her while waiting for CCA to begin. I really looked forward to studying with her; I wanted to spend more time with her.

With two weeks before the end of the first semester, Kerri and I have grown really close. My parents were aware of my friendship with Kerri, and they were totally approving of it. From then on, Kerri and I would go to the city library to study, from 11am to 8pm. Normally, in these nine hours, I can get a lot of work done. In whole, Kerri and I spend a lot of time together, and I'm not complaining about it.
I sat in the classroom reading my book and thinking of Kerri at the same time. Suddenly, I heard the bell ring, followed by the sound of papers slamming on the teacher's desk. "Okay, class, you all will be getting your result slips soon. We have two weeks before the end of the semester. So, we have an integrated project, consisting of parts of all the subjects you all take. It is a very big and content heavy project which is heavily graded too. You will he given these two weeks and the month long holiday to work on it. After your results have been given out, get into groups of five. I will be giving out the task sheet and you all can start splitting up the work, etc."

Great. Just before the holidays you give me another project that I will just end up taking again. This is so annoying, some projects were really content heavy and time consuming to do. Well, at least i have slightly over a month to do it... Anyways, as the results were being handed out, I saw the teacher writing the class averages on the board. The highest gpa being a perfect 5. As my results got to me, I looked through all of my subjects, dismayed by the fact that mother tongue has once again pulled my results down. I'm happy as I did improve, all those hard work did pull off. 4.42...

As the first semester was coming to an end, my school decided to hold a performance open to the public. The grand performance consisted of all the performing arts CCA people, which included me. To prepare us for the performance, CCA has been extended to 7 pm instead of the usual 6. The last two weeks of the term were definitely really really busy. Our teachers started to give out the month long holiday homework, which was really not as much as I expected it to, so I could finish it relatively fast. Although my piano and cello lessons, together with my CCA, kind of took over my whole life. I had to go back once a week for CCA to prepare for the performance, which would be held on the last week of the month I will be having my holidays. The three sessions of CCA during the holidays were 9-7, a solid ten hours, including lunch break. To be honest, I really did not mind. I asked Kerri if she would want to eat lunch with me, and she agreed readily. So that was what we did, apart from the usual routines for the two weeks, after school is out, we met up every Saturday, and ate lunch together during CCA sessions. Kerri was my diamond. She literally brings value to my life. Does she know how much she means to me?

~Kerri's POV~

Dead on the inside. I am so tired. School's out but I'm busier than before, how ironic. Promos are in about slightly less than the months time. I really had to start studying already. I have heard from my seniors that promos period was going to be really stressful. I wonder how many people have commited suicide just because of the immense pressure they were put under? Every Saturday when I went out with Shane, those nine hours in the library, I would constantly be lost in my studies. By studies, I mean math. The only reason why I still attended school was basically because of math. While I'm a straight A student, only math hits the 85 mark. The others are just floating around on my report card. I love math so much. Math was basically my purpose in life. I begged my math teacher to give me more math work almost every week. She knows I love math, in fact, she even termed it as an unhealthy obsession, but since it's academics related, I did not really care. I was just doing what I love. With promos approaching, all my subject teachers gave each and every one of us a huge ring file filled to the brim with practice papers. No joke, each subject had to have at least 500 pages worth of work. While it was not compulsory to touch them, much less finish them, I wanted to push my grades up to the highest they can go, so I better get started on the large pile of homework awaiting me. While there was the drama of the note going on, I decided to confront Shyan at a later date. Now, my main focus was on my studies, not some dumb Mean Girls drama.

~Shane's POV~

I love my subject combination. It was the best thing that has ever happened in my life, although definitely second to Kerri. Back in elementary school, we were forced to do every single subject, before we can choose our desired ones in high school. To clear doubts, I kind of skipped middle school and came into this high School which offered an integrated program, in other words, cramming nine years worth of schooling into six. Don't know why it took me that long to clarify things though.

Anyways, a week of the holidays have past and I have successfully finished all my homework, finished reading a thriller series consisting of sixteen short books, and almost completing the project. I should be able to complete by tomorrow. I love the holidays, while I was not sleep deprived, I get to sleep more. I love sleeping, even though it made me feel guilty for lazing around longer than I should. Nonetheless, the holidays were generally a pretty laid back period for me and a great time to catch up on my music and books. Another thing was, my parents gave me a lot of freedom, kind of. As long as I don't go against the law, they were basically fine with anything I do. I am blessed with such awesome parents who instill so much trust in me, and I do make sure to never break that trust. Once that trust is broken, I may never get to meet Kerri at freely as I can ever again.

One night, I sat on my bed, reading. I read and read till the wee hours of the morning. It was about 2 am when I slept, and I slept till 12 noon. When I woke up, I realised that some of the things in my room were gone. I asked my parents what happened to my room and why was it so empty. They looked at each other kind of awkwardly and turned back to me, flashing the biggest smile they could possible muster. "We're moving, Shane!"

I widened my eyes in shock, "to where?"