Ouch. Every muscle I have seemed to complain about the rappelling we had over the weekend. We tried lot of styles whatever they call it I can only remember one which is the lizard style-rappelling with your head facing the ground. It was fun and a little bit scary.
Okay, I admit I was too scared to go down when it was my turn. I tried it with Ian so I’m a little bit at ease that if I would die, I’ll drag him with me. Haha. Just kidding!
I don’t know that feeling when he was with me at that time. I guess I felt safe and confident. It was good trying with a friend; a close friend. I thought.
I saw Trish at the cafeteria. Trish and I were close since the freshman year. Even though I’m the odd girl out on their block section, we’ve been friends ever since.
I looked up to her that time because she dances really well and I thought that she’s really cool. She’s like a sister to me.
I decided to have lunch with her. She’s with the 3 mean girls as I call them: Sarah, the one who has the almost perfect pretty face and used to date Ian when we were freshmen, Claire, the punk/rock star as I can describe her and the one named Nicole who I know by name only.
Those three were always together. You could actually compare them to the Powerpuff girls, Charlie’s angels or even the totally spies! I’m not close to those three.
The only reason I befriended them is because of Trish and my other friends.
They have the same course and not the same as mine that’s why. We say the casual hi’s and hello’s when we see each other but if I see the three of them together which is almost every time, they bully me.
Yes they do. They loved it.
It’s not really a serious thing and I don’t mind it either. I know they’re good kind of people I just don’t know why they want to pick on me every time I see them. Maybe it’s because I just laugh about it.
“Why on Earth are you walking like that??” Trish asked me a little bothered and concerned at the same time while I’m slowly heading towards their table in the cafeteria.
The mean girls just looked at me and continued chatting.
“I told you, we had rappelling last weekend that’s why” I answered almost complaining. I sat down carefully and sighed.
”It seems like walking was really a challenge for me today.” I added.
“You looked AND walked like you’ve been raped. Haha!”
“Laugh all you want. It really hurts you know… oh God, thank you that my friend here doesn’t experience this too. I’m glad that I’m the only one and she laughs at me about it” I joked sarcastically.
“Okaaay. You should eat now.” she said sounding pity as she chuckled.
“I don’t wanna stand and walk even if it’s just 3 feet away. I might come back by midnight if I do so. It takes me years to walk!”
“Then crawl” she joked and I looked at her scornfully.
“haha! Wait for me here. I’ll buy you some food.”
“Appreciated! Thanks!” I smiled. I know she can’t resist me.
It’s Monday. I didn’t see Ian even in one of our classes and then I remembered he’s 10 hours away to have a conference for a week.
That means a week without us arguing, teasing and my most favorite part, playing left4dead after school.
We’ve been playing it for a year now I think. We started playing that game with the four of us. Me, Ian, Paula and Andy, who is now living in Italy.
I was saddened by her departure because I always sleep at their house.
She even suggested that I stay at their house until the end of the semester since her only companion is her aunt and their house maid and since I go and sleep there almost every day.
My mom doesn’t mind this cause school is an hour away from home so she prefers that I sleep at Andy’s than go home late at night as in late almost at the crack of dawn.
It was just a couple of months since she left but I wanted her to go back and hang out with us.
Although I have many circle of friends, she’s the one I prefer to be with most of the times because we understand each other in a different way than some of my other friends.
We say horrible things to each other and argue about things we believe but at the end of the day, we still laugh and be good friends.
Paula, on the other hand is one of the “good” friends I have. We’re close and we have the same schedule for 3 semesters now. She reminds me of our assignments, quizzes and almost everything in school.
Not only she’s good because of all that, she also doesn’t drink alcohol and do other stupid things that a student does for the sake of curiosity and peer pressure.
That’s what I admire about her despite the fact that she’s sensitive. Well I guess we all have our flaws. Nothing’s and no one’s perfect they say.
Ian, the most experienced (he’s 4years older than me that’s why) and intelligent man I know among others, though he cannot sleep over at Andy’s house because as obvious at it is, he’s a boy, hangs out with us at Andy’s sometimes.
He doesn’t miss the team when it comes to playing left4dead.
He teases us when our character’s dead. It’s not really the game we enjoy; it’s how we play it. We keep on laughing, screaming and teasing each other when we’re on it. Zombies thrill us especially the ones with super powers. I imagined the four of us playing.
“My highness, here’s your food.” Trish said snapping me out of my reverie.
“Thanks!” I said faking a smooch. Her lip twitches upward. We ate lunch as I told her what happened last weekend
The whole week passed with a blur. after all my classes, I went straight home.
The next weekend, we had our trekking in some mountain I forgot. I thought that it would just be easy. Turned out, it was worst than I could ever imagine.
It was a little bit fun and I like outdoor activities but that? I can’t explain.
That was my first time and it was so freaking hard! The mountain was way too high for first timers and let me say steep enough that if I slip one foot I’ll immediately be dead. Just like that.
How could Ms. Grey do this to us? I talked to myself as we climbed the mountain. Luckily, no one got hurt and every one of us survived.
I wonder what difference it would make if Ian was there with us. Maybe he’ll add to the “fun” part. And the dangerous one also.
I imagined us laughing hard that there would be a chance of me falling from that steep mountain because of all the laughter. Well, at least I would die happy. I thought. Oh, what a week.
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