Through My Eyes (Being Edited)

Cherrie

Part 1

I turned around to see a girl my age walking to where the rest of the class stood, with her hand in our class teacher's hand.

Mhmm. New student. Pretty too. I'll give her the we're-too-good-for-you attitude.

By we, I meant, me and my gang. You see it was really like that. I was the leader and I had other friends around me as my disciples. Everything happened the way I wanted it to happen. Now you must be wondering I am some other jerk, your usual quarterback, that heartthrob who breaks a lot of girls' hearts and the list never ends but the answer to that thought is NO because I am a girl myself and even though I am sporty and I play football, I haven't reached to my high-school year just yet to be a heartthrob or a quarterback. I am just another girl from first standard, R. Neil and um about the gang. . . It's just me, Alex and others (not part of this story) and um. . . I might have exaggerated a bit. I swear its only a bit.

So this girl, believe it or not, gave my life the girl element, which you can clearly see, lacked in me back then. I wasn't a child who loved playing with Barbies. Thinking about it now, it was almost never that I played with them but with Cherrie there came a time when we played with Barbies at her place. I made a confession that night to her. It was the most darkest secret of mine - okay, exaggerating again. You ask what was that secret?

It was that I wanted to buy a doll house and have Barbies in it. Lots of.

Lame?

Oh com'on! Who would have imagined ME playing with dolls? I was a boy. A tomboy. I acted like one, I dressed like one and even danced like one. Even my family, TO DATE, considers me the fourth son in the family. NO EXAGGERATION THERE. But because of Cherrie, somewhere deep in my heart, I thought maybe just maybe you don't have to hold pretenses to the world and be who you are and only your true friends will accept you for it.

Ahem. I think of it now that way you know; back then I was like: SHE HAS BARBIES!

What?

I was in fourth grade!

About Cherrie now, she told our whole group of this darkest secret of mine and we all had a good laugh. That was several years later anyway, when Alex and I had dropped this tomboy pretense.

We practically danced off the years we had together. Literally. Any function in school, our homes, our birthdays - ANYTHING - we danced like maniacs. Cherrie happens to be one heck of a dancer, you know? I know dancing is not a great deal for others but it is for us. It is something we've all loved doing since forever. Give us a place, time and if you are nice enough - clothes too, and we would be there to dance and uh to eat as well. I mean it.

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