Introvert and Proud

Diary Entry #12

Tuesday, October 8, 2014

   Dear Diary,

After a tiring and somewhat boring day at school, I am proud to say I have something to share. Today was Sports Day and we have them on every second week of the month, specifically a friday which is just grand! I'm really happy and stuff. But yesterday, Miss Douglas, our History teacher, called my name and informed me that I was going to represent our country, in a costume. I asked her not to but she said I didn't have a choice so I had to. 

 In the morning, my friend April from another homeroom came strutting along and asked if she could play a match of badminton with Marie, him, and I and I had no other choice but to nod in acceptance. She would whine like a spoiled brat in a weird way, but in that way that you couldn't help but let her. She had brown ringlet curls that flowed just over her shoulders and a pair of chinky eyes. She had some curves that had boys literally begging at her feet. When we were sophomores, a junior called Yolan came a'courting and they became lovey dovey. At least three or four months later, she was sobbing in the farthest corner of our homeroom and found out that Yolan had mysteriously broke it off with her.

  To be honest though, I'm glad we aren't in the same classes anymore. I've had my share of lethal doeses of that girl. It should last me a lifetime. Please pardon me if I seem ttoo talkative. I'm just really..happy. Anyway, I think I should tell you what his name is, it's Sean. You pronounce it as 'seen' like what you've already taken a look at. Not that modern name. Again, Sean, I and Marie and April were playing in pairs and he kept complaining that I was serving wrong and I told him that tossing the shuttlecock into the air was the way I was used and I knew he secretly rolled his eyes. 

"Idiot," I muttered. Then the game finally began after harassing each other with words, yelling at each other despite the looks we received from passer by's. I didn't really mind, I found myself entertained by our antics. I cursed aloud, like really loud when Sean served and it went overhead and then whatever God had involved me in, had happened. I glanced at my watch, the second hand wasn't even moving either, in fact, it began spinning continuously. It made me really anxious, I just wanted it to stop this time. I didn't want time to stop anymore, it wasn't fair. Everything that time has did did not make me feel any less guilty then it already has. I made use of the racket resting in my hand and sliced through the air and hit the shuttlecock, I tapped on April's shoulder and watched her resume her movements as did everyone else. The bird flew towards Sean at a fast rate and it hit him before he even knew what happened. Marie stifled her laughter and I grinned. But an anger welled in me so I left, using my full bladder as an excuse. I actually went to the library and stayed there for a couple of hours until I had calmed down. I just hated the time intervals, hate is such a strong word. I disliked the ability.

During those hours, Marie came in and checked on me. I smiled warmly at her, only she could act to calm and comfortable. I guess she sensed that something was wrong since we were both in comfortable solace. She told me that April had left and Sean was forced to go play some volleyball but I doubt that because when we left the library, he was still at the same spot we played earlier. I went to the bleachers to watch them since I had nothing better to do. Luckily, Ruby was absent. I didn't have her trailing behind me 24/7. It was a relief, not that I hated her or anything, she was just terribly annoying and clueless. I politely asked Marie if she had anything in mind to do and she said it was all right if we sat on the bleachers. I took out a book I borrowed from Jida, another friend of mine. She was extremely smart and always displayed a good example of leadership, she had straight brunette hair and chinky eyes like April, except she was shorter in height and actually had a functioning brain.

She claimed that I was going to have chills in my body and be squealing like a fan girl and I have to tell you, there's been no such thing yet and this is the final book in the series. I'm very dispassionate towards the books in the series. I found so much errors in grammar and punctuation and spelling, it had me thinking, what use is this author's editor? 

In my reading session, I was so deep into it that I didn't notice the figure in front of me. I lifted my head to meet his eyes. A friendly smile played on his lips as did one on mine.

 "Hey, Jonas." I chirped.

 "Hey," I noticed he held in his hand, a piece of paper with paragraphs of some kind. It seemed to be some kind of speech.

 "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the paper. He looked at what I was pointing out and let out a gasp of acknowledgement.

"Oh, that. Miss D chose me to portray Martin-freaking-King Jr, do you believe that shit? And what's worse, I have to memorise this speech!" He complained, I found it amusing, he was pouting like a child. He handed the paper to me, allowing me to have a look. Marie was chuckling at his childish appearance, I couldn't blame her.

 And boy, was it long! There were like three to four paragraphs and fifteen sentences. I decided to use my skills in English and offered my help. His eyebrows shot up in excitement, causing me to chuckle.

 "Really?" I nodded and patted the seat beside me, he obeyed silently. And from there on, Marie watched quietly as I taught Jonas, in all his glory, how to read the speech with sentiment and necessary hand gestures. I found out the United Nations Celebration Day was next Friday. I gasped. I just remembered that I was to take part too. Nevertheless, I didn't allow it to worry me. I intently watched Jonas as he practiced, he was really handsome and I couldn't help but lean on his folded knee. Yassie came along a few minutes later, in her cool dude stride. I waved at her and she did it verbally. She gave Jonas a high five like she always did and said hello to Marie too. She asked Jonas the same questions that I had asked and we both helped him and he began to laugh because he couldn't stop looking at the volleyball court. I knew that look in his eyes. He wanted to play but he also had to memorise this speech. I boldly grabbed his chin and faced it towards the paper. He laughed sheepishly and then his look turned serious.

 "All play, no work isn't going to get you anywhere, Jonas." I remarked. 

 "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes.

I think I'm beginning to like Jonas. No, I can't, it isn't fair. Stupid boys and their faces. But it wasn't Jonas' face only, it was his attitude around me, it seemed like he really wanted me to help him.

 I'm going to stop writing now, my hand is beginning to hurt from writing so much. I'll write again soon.