LOVE DOODLE
1: The Unexpected
I took the fine pencil and put down the sign pen to put my final touches for my doodle in my contemporary stringed notebook. Shading the must-parts were almost done when suddenly I felt a poke on my back. My attention to the class was fully bustled as I saw the Physics teacher standing beside me looking back at my drawings and back to me.
"Miss Alonso," she repeated my surname. I felt the turning of heads and lots of eyes gazing at my face.
I stood up and slowly closing my notebook, closing my mouth and starting to feel fidgets.
"First day of school and I can see you are already busy about doing nothing advantageous for starting the class and by in some way, for the rest of your studies as well." she said, returning at the front. "As we all know, listening is an act of respect." she looked at the whole class first then stared backed at me as if her eyes were a cutter. "Do you respect me, Miss Alonso?" the tone was down.
"O-of course, ma'am." thankful for not sounding shaky.
She held an obvious breath. "Well, can you now answer the question?"
"What question?" I heard the laughs and giggles neighbouring.
She made a face that says 'Game on, crab,'. "How do you identify a hard-boiled egg from among a dozen eggs from uncooked eggs by demonstrating me the Inertia of an egg?"
Oh, that's her question, of course. This is a Physics class. "By spinning the eggs and stopping them?"
"Correct," she said.
She sat me down and find myself holding my breath while I was answering her. I looked at her but my cognitions were not on the topic she's having but thinking the moment when I answered the question that had gave me awakening of the reality again that is happening to me just now.
Awakeness of the realities that my elder sister had run away from us because of her romantic affair to someone we've never met before. Her friends say she ran off without telling them too and they were confident that she was with a working student in their school that they had witness and they had believe that it is her little Romeo.
That situation didn't gratified my parents, of course. When they had heard the news, their faces were cannot be drawn, even an artist myself can't caricature them. Daddy was just staring and frowning at the large sliding window without erupting his true feelings. However, unlike my mother with the authenticity of being a total sanguine in the family, bursting out her cries, moans, and comments for her closest and dearest in her heart among us.
My sister Ella and mom bonds the tightest. Mom said she most see herself at Ella when she was exactly at her age--devoted, friendly, open-minded and optimistic. Ella's beauty is from mom too, most of it. The gap between her teeth, candied smiles, shapes of her legs were the most obvious of where the inherits came from. They shared secrets too, a total mama's girl I would say.
Ella is the most preferable girl on our household, she had many suitors but I didn't actually noticed her clinging to one of them. She was the perfect example to me, I love her classy-typed and formality and making our family name sound crystal-like. Moreover, whenever we visit some family relatives somewhere in our country, and whenever my parents flaunted me, Neil (my youngest brother) and finally to our figurine Ella, I would secretly look at the acquaintances' every reactions and in most times, smiling with my eyes only and felt proud that she is my sister--the most beautiful girl in our gene ancestry. Although our temperaments are not that alike, she was the sweetest sister I would ever want to have.
