FRIDA' S LIST

Chapter 9 BACK TO SQUARE ONE

My night was awful. I didn't sleep a wink. I couldn't get my mind off him. He was just a wish on a list, a memory. But it seemed like things had changed. He left me and I had this feeling that something amazing was missing out in my life. And now what? What was I supposed to do without him? I put a red cross on my diary. It was my first kiss, and he had spoiled the beauty of the thing. When I left my room, nobody was home. I skipped breakfast and tried to work on my assignments to keep me busy.

At 1pm, I met Maeva at the library near our high school. Celestin was there with her. It was a good thing to have them with me because I really needed to talk to my friends.

"Something changed. He dumped me, just like this," I mumbled, snapping my fingers.

"You should post a tutorial on youtube about how to get dumped! Are you sure you were okay?" Maeva asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Yeah, I told you twice! It has nothing to do with my breath. It's because of what I said. I saw it in his eyes. It turned him cold. He changed, and drove me back home right away."

I watched them. Celestin seemed annoyed, and Maeva looked different. She had two small pony tails and was wearing red lipstick. Something was going on with her. She never wore red lipstick.

"You talk way too much. You should just smile and shut your mouth," she said, examining her dirty dress.

I should have washed it before coming over.

"Seriously? I wanna ...talk. I wanna be myself," I said.

"Sure, and it worked pretty well, again!" she scoffed.

She began to run her hand over her dress. She had probably noticed something.

"Damn it! I didn't say anything. I talked about my life, and that's it. Maybe, he thinks I'm a psycho."

"Yeah, maybe," she said.

She squinted at her dress.

"I wish he'll give me another shot," I whimpered, throwing my head back.

Unfortunately, I couldn't turn back the clock, and it was a shame.

"Can we stop talking about him?" Celestin said, dryly.

I had almost forgotten him.

"What's your problem?" I said.

"I'm trying to focus on my Spanish homework."

"You're reading Mafalda! Besides, you're doing it in French," I said.

Mafalda was a Spanish comic. And it was really our Spanish assignment.

"I wanna understand what I'm supposed to read," he mumbled, giving me a dirty look.

He pulled out his cell phone.

"Anyway, so I was saying that_" I went on, ignoring him.

"Check this out, Maeva," he interrupted me.

She took a look at it and giggled. A student next to us looked at us, askew.

"You should check this out, Frida," she said, handing me the phone. "It's a cat taking a shower in the sink."

What the hell?

"Thank you for your attention," I mumbled.

"Sorry, so you were saying?" she replied, handing the phone back to his owner.

"I said I hoped he'll give me another shot. I really_" I began.

"Okay, that's it. I can't take it anymore!" Celestin cut me off.