Remember Me, Mi Amore

26

I bit my cheeks. My eyebrows were connected in one way and my mouth was on a straight line. But my mind wasn't. It wasn't connected or straight in the same way. My hands were moving fastly as the ink from my pen bled my thin paper. My surroundings was a blur and other sounds—other than what my brain is whispering—was silenced.

My teacher was saying her words fastly so I need to flick my wrist and my fingers bleed just to write something on my paper. I needed to take down some notes so that later, in my dim-lit room, I had something to read and etched it on my brain like a tattoo.

The weight that I have to do better in school was heavy. It was a hundred pounds and more than that. One of my parents is in town that's why I needed that. Though they have no comments on my academic success or failure, I still needed to do this. My body ached to still do this.

Because maybe, just one wrong move, one fail grade on my card, they will drag me to a place where I didn't want to stand. The possibilities of that are uncountable or something that you can't see that coming in the near future, I still needed to do that. Even though I know that my Dad will not use that as an excuse just to force me to do something like going to that place, I still needed to do this.

When our teacher said that we needed our book this time, my nose breathed a sigh of relief because of that. My hand sighed a relief because of that. My pen—which I was holding so tightly, was relieved because of that. I could finally have some rest for a while. I can highlight this book now!

I grabbed what I needed in my bag. In the process of that, my eyes caught someone over the horizon. In the window. I held on tightly to the book and moved my eyes towards that someone. Over the window, I saw him.

My eyes felt big as my lips curled. He cutely waved his hand at me when our eyes locked on each other iris's. My lips that were curled even became curlier because of the way he acted. In return, I waved my hand at him too. Like a kid looking at something, she desires at a toy store.

When our teacher spoke, our locked eyes became unlocked. Right! Focus, Anne. Focus on the things that are important right now. I tangled my brow again in one straight line as I listened to where our page should land. When I was there, I grabbed my neon yellow highlighter.

I bit my cheeks as I listened to what my teacher was saying and trying to understand that while also trying to take the spotlight of the text that was involved in her talk and what seemed important in my eyes.

I'm not an academic successor or someone that is addicted to the praise of others by excellence in this particular division. I'm not someone who measures their worth by my excellence in academics. And I'm not someone whose driving force to wake up in the morning is to achieve their dream by studying harder and harder.

I have no problems will all of that. If one person is like that, I'm fine with them. But it's just not me, you know? I have a dream. But I think I can achieve it without having a card that has ninety-plus grades from elementary to college. Well, I guess we are all just different people.

My highlighting moment was cut off because my guts were saying me that someone was looking at me. I gave into the enticing of my brain that kept telling me over and over again to know who that person was. Well, who would it be? Other than Forsythe.

He was standing in his normal position. His hands-on his pocket and his cat eyes that was looking at you as if you were the most interesting, fun and absolute masterpiece to look at. His lips were in a straight line when I looked at him. But now, when he noticed I was staring at him, that straight line became a curved up one.

I immediately avoided his eyes after I felt a red blob coming onto my face and then filling almost of my cheek. He was just looking at me yet he made me blush out of nowhere. I let down my hair all the way to the side where he could see me. I don't want his eyes to see that my face was blushing and that will give him the amusement that we would surely and definitely tease me about later.