Dear Margaret

The 9th grade

As you can see from the previous chapter, it is clear that 8th grade was by far the most important grade in my life. It was the year when I met perhaps one of the most important people in my life, Sam. He is a short fair complexioned boy, thin but eats a lot. He was perhaps one of the most influential people in my life. Me , Sam and Albert were pretty good friends.

        9th grade was almost as important as the 8th. It was all fine in 9th grade till the end of the year when we really started to drift apart. There's a day called annual day, when there are some cultural programs, dance and stuff like that. So me and her were in the same drama. We both were the narrators along with Sam. So after the drama was over she was supposed to do the character sketch kinda thing. So she completely forgot about me. Now I was really hurt. I mean out of all the people standing there she forgot about me? Wasn't I important? That's what I felt. After the sketch was over we went backstage and I asked her why she didn't take my name. She was shocked and I could see the guilt on her face. But I ran outside because I couldn't control my tears and I didn't want to cry in front of all my friends. It was really painful trying to hold back those tears. Some of my friends were looking at me but I was trying my best to not cry. After all the main programs were over, she met me just outside the seating area. She kept apologising even though I said it was okay. It was painful but I was ready to leave it right there. After all, I loved her.
      
        She sat beside me for the rest of the program and watched it with me. Even when she waved goodbye I could see the sadness in her eyes. All my anger was cooled now. I wasn't feeling like crying at all.