Notes

2| Reply

MY EYES PRACTICALLY FLEW OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS at the fact that someone writing a reply implies that they read what I wrote there.

DON'T BE AFRAID. BE BRAVE WHEN HE TALKS TO YOU. JUST BE WHO YOU ARE. I HOPE IT ALL GOES WELL FOR YOU.

“HEROES MAY NOT BE BRAVER THAN ANYONE ELSE. THEY'RE JUST BRAVER 5 MINUTES LONGER.” -R.R

 

It said in a scribble. "What does this mean?" Joan firmly studied the paper turning it over and under hoping to get a clue, "and who's R.R?" she added when she took notice of the initials.

"I'm rather more interested to know who wrote this reply, though...so her name's R.R?" Michelle piped beside me, looking deeply into the paper. I stared at it in silence. I've seen this named before...I just can't remember where...

"I don't know any R.Rs in this school... Maybe it’s a nickname?" Mich continued guessing, her brows furrowed in a serious way.

Frustrated, I shook my head and massaged my temples. "Yes. It's a nickname...but I forgot whose..." My mind was desperately searching for the right answer. I know the word R.R has some connection with the quote and that it wasn't just any name...   

As much as I wanted to stay and research, Joan and Mich decided to call it off. I took it from her hold and kept it inside my notebook. Then we went to English class together after the small break interval. We were all curious on the mystery of the reply and each of us was eager to know who it was. It’s clearly because none of us experienced such thing.

"So shall we conduct a research later?" Mich proposed while clapping in excitement. I just sighed and sat down on my chair beside my classmate, Greyson. He grunted when Mich squealed even louder. "Girls..." I heard him murmur and went back to his headphones.

I risked a glance over my shoulder and watched him scroll for more songs.

Greyson wasn't much of a guy. His introversion was the kind of attitude why I am intimidated to talk to him. Sure, we've been attending the same school since 7th grade but all that was just like a fleeting cloud. Plus, he was more of a lone wolf, and would rather seclude himself from the wild things of High school.

After a few minutes, our teacher finally started her discussion, we alked about literature. This was my most awaited session since I first enrolled here... Fiction, stories---they're all like sweet and sour cheesecake with strawberry sauce. The whole cake being the plotline and the sweet sauce being the words used. After the small intorductory lecture, she told us that we would have a graded report tomorrow (which received a collective WHAT?! From the students).

She gave us topics and paired the student with the person they were sitting beside with. Apparently, I was paired to Greyson, who's barely an approachable guy for me.

Our topic was poetry. During our small discussion, it was rather uncomfortable between us and Greyson didn't do anything about it either. A couple of Ums and Yeahs were the only words we uttered and a few of the instructions given by Mrs. Debrah, our teacher.

I guess we both have a problem with that. I'm kind of glad we didn't have much to talk about poetry, really. Just the basics of it and maybe give a few famous ones. But I seem to have a hard time communicating to him about it, probably because I wasn't used to working with other people...especially with guys like him.