Through My Eyes (Being Edited)

Cherrie Again.

*Picture of Cherrie on the side*

Recap

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.

Part #2

Dancing and laughing we made it to the sixth standard. We were taller now, we were decent now, the teachers loved us, we worked hard to achieve good grades and we had double the fun we used to have before. All in all, it was a great year. It was probably the best year of my life. I think.

That year I really wanted to study. I wanted to hit the tables hard and focus on nothing else. Alex had similar plans but I can't say anything about Cherrie. This one year will always be marked in the history I share with my caramel-brown haired beauty. Although the history is a little bumpy now and then but that's what makes us humans and our lives realistic and colourful.

We had the best class in the whole school. You ask why?

It was because it was the largest class there was, with beautifully lined windows to one side of the classroom that overlooked the tension-reliever, our favorite spot in the whole school, the ground. (AN: ground is a place that can be considered as a gym to all those people who didn't get what I meant by ground.) Also we had a hiding spot in the class. Some girls actually tried bunking the history periods there and didn't get caught. No, not me and definitely not my friends. We were not the troublemakers. At least not back then. We were the ones who went by the rules. Maybe because we were house captains and we represented parts of the school body. This hiding spot though intrigued all of us. It was dark and scary and spooky. The stairs led to a door that was always locked and we all had a fair share of imagining and narrating stories of what lay behind that wooden door. We actually turned that spot to tell each other all the horror stories we had ever heard or watched. Veronica however was the star of these sessions.

It was scary. Really scary.

Dammit! Okay I am exaggerating, we all know what lay behind that door. Broken chairs and white boards - yes, a store it was.

Coming back to history, it was one of those days in week when I took a day off.

When I came the next day H and A summarized what happened the day before. I am not a violent person so no slapping but what I did was even much more worse than that. I broke up with Cherrie. I confronted her first and then when she confirmed, I broke it off.

What happened? . . .

Flashback

I was taking notes in the class. It was second period. The teacher had just left the class to go to the staff room. It was next to our class and that's why I had began contemplating my liking for this class. I felt a pencil stab me in the shoulder. Okay, sorry, poke.

'Hi', said H

'Hey, what's up?'

'I want you to know something.'

'Yeeeeaaaah?'

She started telling me about how they started a game the day before in the free period and that a question was asked amid of it. The question being who they hated the most. What H said next made me feel betrayed to the core. When this question was asked from Cherrie, she had said, 'I hate R. the most. Don't you?'

End of Flashback