Letters of Love

Chapter I

It’s a fulgent and vibrant day for everyone in the campus; Mr. Sun shines in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the corridors and hallways rattling along the campus quadrangle, and fiercely agitating the kids, like me I guess, that struggled against the heat. But we’re enjoying it. This’ll be a great moment to start the class and the clock is striking seven.

I’m a transferee student here at St. Michael’s Grade. I’m a bit of a shy type but I can be a great friend at most of the time I guess?

I entered our classroom and it’s just an exemplary grade school room, filled with colourful artworks and shapes adhered on the walls. The class started and my teacher asked me if I can introduce myself in front of the class. So I stood up. As I was about to reach the nook of the classroom, someone tripped me for no reason. I am now face to face with the floor, this is so embarrassing. I can hear everyone laughing but there’s this girl who’s scampering towards me.

“Are you alright?” this girl sounds really worried and helped me in getting up.

“Uh—yeah. Tha—thanks?” I hate it; I need to get back in to my senses!

So I did thank her, and she went back to her seat as for me, I just ignored and introduced myself in front, I just kept hushed for the rest of the class hours. The bell rang and everyone rushed towards the corridor and flew their ass out of the school campus.

I am now a laughing matter of our classroom I think. I just don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I am now here inside our classroom and remembering my clumsiness, and then suddenly, “Aren’t you going home?” the girl a while ago startled me. I was really startled.

“I don’t know yet, maybe a few more minutes?” I told her with anxiety and I started to glance around the room wondering if there are still people outside. It’s a private school, and there’s only one section per grade. So this means that, less people, less headache for me.

Our conversation kept on trucking and we didn’t notice that the time is briskly moving.

“Oh I need to go home! It is really nice to meet you, Mike!” she reached out her hand trying to make shake hands with me. I took her hand and smilingly looking at her green eyes.

The school is just so near to our houses, and luckily, my house is just a few blocks away from her.  I waved goodbye and promised her to join her at lunch tomorrow.

The school was lame; everything was, except for her. I know I’m so young for this, but I think I’m inlove. Wait, oh my God! I can see myself laughing on my reflection on my window. I’m just kidding; I mean, that was just so half-witted thought of mine. Of course not, it’s just that, it’s my very first time to have a crush.

“And what’s with the smile of my baby boy?” I was taken aback by my sense and I think my face is blushing savagely.

“The hell mom! Try to knock some other time.” I meandered and trying to get back to my old self. Seriously, I look like a fool at this very moment. Inevitable smiles on my face, oh it annoys me a lot. This isn’t so me.

“How’s school? Are your new classmates good to you?”

And that stupidity happened a while ago flashed back to my memory. And made me sad in a manner, but wait, what’s her name again? Oh crap that crab! I didn’t ask for it! We’re just talking and talking and imprudently, I don’t know her name!

“Hey baby, I’m asking!” I was out of consciousness, overthinking things, and plus the fact that I’m already having a crush at school, and I’ll be seeing her every single school days of my life for the whole year of my studying?! This is nirvana!

“It was fine mom! Everything was!” and everything I said went out of my nose.

“Good! See you at dinner!” she said as she closes the door.

My fancy of seeing her every single day is really titillating. I’m wondering if she also has a crush on me on the day we met. Something like....crush-at-first-sight? Oh! Why am I like this? I’m thinking of a girl for the whole night already and I don’t know if it’s mutual or not. Well I don’t care, as long as she’s with me everyday, it’s okay.

Later that evening, I’m thinking of sending her letters. I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not. But my dad told me that hand written letters are never out of the class. So there’s nothing wrong of trying.

I’m 9, and she’s 9 too, so I think that’s a good thing to start stuff with.

“Hey! Funny right? Writing a letter. Hahaha! And sorry for hey-ing you, because I really don’t have any idea what your name is. We talked a while ago but I assure you, you didn’t mention your name. So hey, thanks for keeping me a company a while ago, and you’re my very first friend in school, so I’m writing this letter to thank you for your very sweet kindness to me. You’re so pretty and it really caught my attention. I just want you to know that you’re my very first crush ever.”

Oh wait, I’m way too honest on that part. It’s better to be slow and gradual in some way. I smile wryly at the reflection of myself on the window. I crumpled the paper and threw it away.

“It’s so funny that we talked a while ago but I really don’t know what your name is. So yeah, thanks for keeping me company a while ago, I just want you to know that you’re my very first friend in school. So I’m writing this letter just to thank you. I hope that we can be closer and you know, buddy-buddy. It really seems that you’re a palsy-walsy type of person so we’ll get along with each other at short notice.

Keep safe always!”

Shall I put the thing at the bottom? Like, ‘Ps: I loveyou’? I’m going crazy here. So I’ll just put my name below and some sort of signature.

“Your friend,

Mike."