Present - April 7, 2019 - Sunday
Sir Joseph enters the school theater and saw our class practicing tirelessly.
This is our final week at school and it is another busy day for our class as this is the last practice for our upcoming play.
"Eternal Love" Story of a man that sacrificed everything in the name of love.
"How is it going? Can I see the finale?" Sir Joseph requested.
" Okay, guys you heard that. Let's do the last part before we take a break. Let's go now, stand up!" A guy shouted as he directs the class.
I am currently seating in the front row seat and Sir Joseph sat beside me.
"Writer, let's watch your story become reality." He said and I just nod.
I'm the one who wrote the story that's why I'm not included in the play.
The class starts performing and I can see Sir Joseph's reaction, it's clear that he likes it.
After the performance, Sir Joseph stood up and applauded.
"That was excellent! If you perform like that in the actual play then I guarantee to pass all of you in my subject with a high score." Sir Joseph commended the class and everyone cheers before we took a break.
Sir Joseph leaves the theater and again I am left alone while watching the girl on the side, next to the stair.
She kept on shouting and shouting until her voice cracks and ends up frustrated. It giggles me.
She is Ayla. Short-tempered. That's why I love her.
Ayla is also part of the class, our president, and the brightest one. She's going to represent our school in a declamation contest.
The play is only one day after her contest, that's why her role is just an extra that doesn't need much practice so she can focus on preparing for her speech.
I love Ayla. She's my inspiration every time I'm going to write poems, stories, everything.
Today I thought of writing again and I grab my pen and paper.
"Another one?" Someone carelessly grabs my paper, sat next to me, and starts reading it.
"I'm not done, Peter." I slowly grab my paper back without looking at him. I know it's him because he always does that.
He is Peter also part of the class and a close friend of mine for years. A funny guy that always teases me because he knows everything, about how I care for Ayla and all the things that I wrote for her.
" You keep on writing but still don't have the intention to let her know, that seems pointless to me." He said as he slowly moves his head forward trying to read what I'm writing.
I just ignored him and pushed his head back as it starts to block my paper.
"Graduation is just around the corner. Years already passed, if you continue to waste time maybe you will forever lose the chance. Ayla's leaving, remember?" Peter continues to convince me to confess.
It suddenly crosses in my mind that after graduation there's an opportunity waiting for Ayla in London.
She will surely grab it, it's a straight path to her dream to become an international star and live the life she always wanted.
"She will come back to me. I know." My positive response even though deep inside I'm not totally sure of it.
"Like, you had her before?" He jokingly asked. He already knew the answer to that question.
I gave him a sarcastic smile, "Yes."
"Why are you always so sure she will come back? Just do it, I think she still likes you." He never stops to force me about it.
"I want her to come to me like how she came for the first time." I simply stated.
I noticed that his face brighten up because he came up with a stupid idea.
" Or maybe... I can just stand up here and tell everyone that you still love Ayla." He slowly rose up to his seat with a hilarious face looking directly at me.
I quickly pulled him back to his seat even though I knew that he will never be going to do it.
"Ohhh I got you." He teases while pointing his finger and laughing at me.
"Okay, to make it fair I'm going to give you time before I do it." He added.
I was thinking about what he said earlier and he is right.
We're about to separate ways and maybe never see each other again.
Now is the right and only time for us.
"Fine."
"Give me 7 days and she will come back to me."
