“A little longer”…. I whisper... “Just please… Wait for me….. One more year….” He doesn’t respond. I put down the phone and curl up in my bed to just sob my heart out…
Chapter One: The Story of Us
I pleaded and pleaded for him to stay for just a while. I’ve never ever wished for him to leave me just like this. But being the supportive one here, I encourage him to fullfill his dreams… Although deep, deep down…. It’s killing me knowing that he’d be leaving for Paris in 3 months’ time…. My name is Natasha Romanoff, an 11th grade student of John J. Montgomery Middle School, San Jose, California. And I am in pain….. The love of my life, for two years, Chris Jiovanni Lenox –a 12th grade student of the same school- is leaving for Paris probably for good….. He says it’s to study college in a new environment…. He wants to be an artist; I want to be a writer… Our ambitions conflict, which means I’m probably going to New York University (NYU), while he goes off to Paris to study Fine Arts… I don’t find anything against him leaving... I just hoped that he and I could go to NYU for a couple of years, save some money from our part time jobs, and then we’d get to leave… TOGETHER! But that means he’d have to wait for a year till I graduate… Dammit! I wish I was his batch so we could both go together… Well I’m pretty glad he kinda failed 4th grade... If it wasn’t for that failure, I wouldn’t have gotten so close to him this year. I know, It’s jerky (Is that even a Word?) of me to be glad about someone’s failures –Let alone a loved one’s failures-. But I really am blessed that he came into my dark and gloomy life. If it wasn’t for him, either I’d be dead or I’d be the most sadistic masochist this school has ever seen…… Not that I’d want to let them know, but that’s not my point here… He has taught me to see the world in a different context. I, Natasha Romanoff, will be glad to let you know how Chris Jiovanni changed my life forever……. I will be glad to know that he might change his mind about leaving if he would read this story… That is if I finish it on time :D If I don’t I’d be glad if he reads it anyways since he inspired me to write this story….. The Story of Us.<3.
Chapter 2: Flashbacks
“NO! You can’t do this to me!!! I did all that I could!!!” I yelled at my mom after she house arrested me when she found out some shitty grade of mine…. I’ll never understand how you make one shitty mistake, and the whole damn world judges you for them…. It’s just a damn academic grade!!! What the shit man?!! This world is a hierarchy if you’d ask me! This whole dammed school is a monarchy itself….. I mean like why are there rankings each semester after midterms? Beats me! I wonder how it would be like if we were equal? If we were treated as equal “citizens” of the school, no more dammed rankings! No more divisions between the smart and the “unfortunately slow learners”! No dispute between Christians and non-Christians… Good Riddance to the Religious Wars of the world! And if the world thought of us as equal men, NO MORE UPRISINGS against the Gov’t. The world would be way better if the high standards of society were diminished. No one else has ever... EVER thought of this…. Well, maybe I do have a schoolmate who shares my misery towards the rankings of the school and of the world… what was his name again?? He was mentioned at the Program this morning as the principal announced his participation in some regional shit…. Oh now I remember.. Chris Jiovanni Lenox… As I know, he is well known for his excellence at debate… I might as well talk to this guy who shares the same ideals as mine… We’re technically the only students who passionately hate the ranking system. Others are probably rejoicing at their high rankings by now, knowing they’ve passed IT. Education classes this sem. I on the other hand, have been cutting myself because I always fail to please society, my mom, my teachers, and I can’t please my classmates when they catch me learning like a snail… But if I ever do get through these obstacles called Expectations and Standards, then maybe I’d be glad to have some quality time spent on reminiscing all my old ideals and all my old memories…. What was the term for that again?? Oh right… Flashbacks…..
