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CHAPTER 1: Trouble follows a jinx, everywhere. Dear Diary, It's math right now, Miss Maria is introducing the new pupils...same, old, procedure - one by one, students come in and she reads her stupid bit of paper, with the students name, previous school and their ‘interview' with her, on their admission day, after they had given the test thingy. Am I making sense? Let me repeat. When a new student comes to give the damn test to prove that they can enter at whichever level suits them best, she interrogates them, tries to get the dirt, and their present skills. She takes pride in predicting what their best subject will be. Ugh! She's so obstinate and...she's such a rational retard!!! She loves degrading people just so she can hide her own web of lies and ignorant errors! She's reading about a girl. Someone called Minnie. Physical appearance: fair complexion, white scarf covers head, and hides long brown hair, which is tied into a braid. She has a mischievous grin planted upon her face, and is looking at a boy in my class, called AJ. Wait just one-second right there! Both their faces have a silly grin planted there on their faces - and I just realized something: they look alike; it's like a family resemblance. Family- OMG! That so means they're cousins!!! Yikes! Ok, now a boy - OMFG! He's like, hot with a capital ‘h'!!! He seems cute, gentle, knowing, a bit blunt, but hey - who's complaining? I'm so going to have him by the end of this year!!! Ok, ok, now for his physical appearance: He is about my height, has deep, brown eyes, a gentle smile which indicates [I think!] that he's single and - Sorry I had to leave off in the middle of a sentence, the boy, whose name I learnt is Kyle, is sitting beside me - Damn it! He was reading over my shoulder!!! Here's a bit of our conversation: "Errm...what are you reading?" "Oh, I was just trying to see what you're writing." "Yea, and about that - DON'T EVER READ MY DIARY AGAIN!!!" (He was kinda' taken aback; didn't expect that reaction from me, did he? Ha; ha; ha!) "Whoa! You bring your DIARY to school?" his eyes widening in surprise. "Yes, yes I do - do you like history?" I asked. He probably thought that I was trying to change the topic, but reluctant, he said, "The subject? Yea, I guess...why?" "Well, you're gonna be history if you read my diary ever, EVER again! Understood?" "Seems you're good at ‘historicizing' people?" "Whatever. I don't care if I'm good at history-what-a-sizing people, just beware - oh, and stay away from my diary - got it?" "Anyway, if you're good at historicizing people, then let me tell you that I am extremely good with dates." He said in a cocky tone. No matter, two could play at that game. "Ah, is that so? Well, we don't have proof, now do we?" I tried to tease. To be honest, I'm a low-key flirter, but am extremely nervous when I think I'm making a fool of myself. "Proof? You want proof? Okay - meet me at Dream-World at 5 tomorrow, and you'll get your ‘proof'." I started mock laughing, "What makes you think that ‘I' will go out with YOU?" He shrugged, "I don't know, you're the one who wanted proof..." He had got me again! Damn it! After that, I just shrugged, said "Whatever." And turned back to you. I wonder what he's doing now...let me check... God damn it! He was reading over my shoulder - again!!! Ok, so until I'm in a boy-free zone, till then, Diary. Ciao! . HIS VERSION . She is pretty, a bit secretive, but hey - who's complaining? She was writing in her diary - that she brings to school. So I bring my journal - that's nothing unusual! But a diary - ha! Anyway, so I was trying to read it - but to be frank, her writing is really small, bold, italicized, and special. Whoa! Mom would kill to have a daughter like her. I think she's done writing, and now is trying to read what I'm writing. You know what? After I bothered her a bit, I think now's the time to make up and be friends. See ya' later! "So? Done with writing?" I asked her. She yawned, "Uhun. So, anyways, why'd you come here? To a stupid school like this?" "Huh? I don't think its stupid - I think it's pretty darn nice." "Really? Do you mean that? I'm not a snitch, you know - I won't blab." He laughed. "No, I'm serious. But of course, without SOME people, I wouldn't have been enjoying myself, as thoroughly." He had emphasized on the ‘SOME'. She giggled. He was still playing the flirt game, and she knew it. "Okay, so we didn't get off to a nice start - let's restart. ‘Kay?" "Huh? What? Restart?" "Yea - restart. Give me your hand." And without warning, I grabbed her hand. Goosebumps erupted at the tip of my neck. She looked surprised, but she remained calm this time, thank-God! "So...now what?" "We shake...and then you tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you about me..." "Hmmm...I don't think I can fill that order today." She said while getting up. I was put down. "Why so?" A bell rang and all the students shuffled out, as if animals escaping the zoo. She smiled, "Now you know - come on, get up, it's a fire drill!" "Uh, yea, you go ahead - I'll catch up." "Um...yea - don't come to me - go directly to the boys." "O...k..." I replied a little confused. She went happily after her friends. So, I was alone...in the classroom...except for a disabled boy, and his servant-person...hey! Her diary was in her backpack, I saw her put it there! Wahoo! Blackmail!!! It took me less than five minutes to find her backpack amid the dozen of other pink and purple bags, piled into a corner cupboard, seemingly only-for-girls. Her bag had a kitten on the front, and it was purple. To be quite frank...it - it was cute. Even for my liking, it was definitely cute. I hauled it out and put it quietly onto a nearby desk. It emitted a soft thump, but nothing major that would arouse the suspicion of nearby or passing onlookers. Her bags zip, once unzipped, I started looking for a yellow-themed small-sized book, with a teddy bears head made out of felt stuck on it. No such luck. While I was busy snooping in her backpack, shuffling through numerous amounts of loose papers; while littering the floor of the bag were brown and moldy pencil sharpenings; and an excessive amount of stationary, I didn't notice a malicious high-pitched laugh go out from outside, in the playground. I was completely absorbed in the intricate haven before me; so engrossed that when I heard a cough from the doorway of the classroom, I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Looking for...this?" It was she. Her expression had a mixture of apprehension and pure loathsome joy mixed with baffled amusement and curiosity on it. She looked ravishingly stunning. I smiled painfully and nervously into her amazingly wide brown eyes. Clutched tightly in her hands was the damn diary. For about 20 seconds, we both stared at each other - we were lost, I think - in each other's eyes. At the very least, I was. Her eyes reflected an amazing - and pure - lake of dreams wishes and memories, all about to be lost. I think my moms right - my talents are urging me to become a poet. Then, without warning, the hustling-bustling class came back in, and our connection was broken. She was at her desk, right next to me, and the science teacher had just entered in the class. Everyone seemed pretty happy to see her; even *she* did. But the smile I was starting to love had definitely a little steel in it now. What could make her beautiful smile, always so full of laughter and energy, suddenly freeze? Actually, on closer notice, not only was her smile frozen, but she, herself, was full-frozen. She wasn't moving a single muscle, and was staring blindly straight ahead. I started to panic a little - was she alright? Did she have some internal disease that had now activated? Did she need medicine? Should I tell the science teacher? What should I do? I didn't need to do anything. A girl raised her hand quietly; she wasn't a close friend of hers. I got to know that because, as she passed notes to everyone in class - she avoided a couple of people who, no doubt, were desperately trying to read them. I figured that the people she was avoiding were people I should also try to avoid. "Yes, Fiona?" the science teacher, Miss Sarah asked the girl. The girl, Fiona, spoke in a self-obsessed, snotty voice that indicated and explained why she was avoiding her. "Miss Sarah," she drawled. "Elizabeth is passing notes to her friends." Unlike the reaction I was expecting, the teacher smiled and asked Fiona, "Well, whatever did she write, Fiona, dear?" Fiona rolled her eyes stealthily, making sure she wasn't seen by Miss Sarah. "Ma'am, she did not give me one of those notes, therefore I have no idea of what could be scribbled into them." Fiona rolled her eyes again. "Ah, but Fiona, aren't you her friend, now? I'm sure she'll give your note to you after class," Miss Sarah said. Then she turned to face Elizabeth - and just then I found out who Elizabeth was (*her*) - and said, "Isn't that right, Miss Capriccio?" Elizabeth - the girl who I was slowly falling madly and deeply in love with - was smiling in an extra sugary too-sweet way, and nodded, "Sure, I will. I simply stopped giving out these notes because you had entered the class, miss, and I didn't want to cause any disturbance." Miss Sarah smiled, all too-knowingly, "Of course you did, dear." After that initial verbal-catfight was sorted out, Miss Sarah told us to take out our science books. Lucky for me, since I was new, and didn't have any of my books yet, would have to share with Elizabeth. She reluctantly shoved her science textbook in the mid-section of our two desks, and moved her chair an inch closer. I nearly died at the heart-throbbing aura, of it all. We were starting a new chapter, something like ‘Building Blocks of Life.' - But advanced - advanced as in ADVANCED; with red blood cells and white cell proportions to the red ones, and stuff like that. Everyone's hands reached high into the air, as Miss Sarah chose the person to read. "Hmm..."Miss Sarah started, "so many students! Who to pick?" Everyone started going, "Ooh! Me, me!!!" - How desperate. Awkward, wasn't it? I just found out her name...how mysterious...why had she kept me from her name all along? Was she embarrassed at being called Elizabeth? Well, I definitely would be. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the science teachers voice. "Kyle - why don't you read?" Miss Sarah provoked, as she picked me without warning. "Huh? Oh, uh, miss; I didn't even raise my hand..." "So what?" she replied in a what-difference-does-that-make tone. "Uh, okay..." aside from me not wanting to read, I didn't know what page we were on. I glanced at Elizabeth. She had a smirk on her face. I couldn't help but smile in response. She pointed at a page in the textbook, and then at the paragraph. I smiled again. She was helping me! Yes! Score one for Kyle; Nada for evil-science-teachers-team! I started reading, "Each of the two structures on the previous page is made of small building blocks. The building blocks of living things are called cells." "Wait - stop reading," the science teacher instructed. "You're barely audible. David - you start reading." She pointed to an over enthusiastic boy who looked as if he had a sun burn, but didn't know it. So some guy named David started reading...but I couldn't hear him - it was like I was listening to a radio - sometimes, the signals are properly tuned, the rest of the time, ‘chchchchchchchchchchchch' - you know, static. He was like, "All organisms are made of *static*. *Static* body contains over 3 *static* of them. Most cells are very small and can be seen *static* a microscope. However..." and from that point onwards, I got interested in something more attractive. Elizabeth. She must have felt my stare, because next thing I knew, she asked me if I wanted to be her partner. "What?" I asked her, thoroughly surprised at her bluntness, and evasiveness at not questioning me for staring at her. "You idiot! We're supposed to pair up - boy/girl combo. It's been half an hour since we've read the stupid unit-where were you?" "Oh, I, uh, was...uh..." "Staring at my face?" she asked, left eyebrow raised. So she did feel it, after all. I gulped, "Uh - I - uh..." suddenly, I had a brilliant idea, "Yea, yea, I was - just staring at that huge brown mole right below your nose." Her jaw dropped, and she covered her nose with both her hands. "What? You LIAR!" she accused - but in a tone that wanted me to confirm that, yes, I was really lying. I snickered. She shook her head, smiling. "Well, have you two prepared?" Science teacher alert! My face was questionable. Hers was confident, and suddenly passive. She spoke, "Uh...yes miss - we're almost done..." "Good, then you wouldn't mind me asking you a couple of questions?" She smiled. "Sure! Go ahead! I'm so ready!" I smiled, too. I had to, at her frankness with the teacher. "No, not you, dear," she pointed at me, with a perfectly manicured and maroon-painted nail, and said, "You. New boy. Read." What was I a robot? To be given commands like, "Sit" "Stand" "Shake body" - well, was I? "I'm Kyle, ma'am." I told her, looking straight at her. I hoped I looked brave and daring. My last ex-girlfriend accused me of being neither. Elizabeth went pale and her eyes widened in horror (which made them look so much more beautiful and innocent.) Then it was Miss Sarah's turn to raise an eyebrow, "No cheekiness will be tolerated in my class, Mr. Kyle Roberts." So she did know my name after all. Then, she smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled sheepishly in response. Elizabeth, on the other hand, started laughing deliriously. I turned red. "My question is...approximately how many cells do the bodies of mammals -specifically humans - contain?" asked Miss Sarah. I breathed a sigh of relief. I remembered the answer from the ‘radio transition'. The boy, I remembered clearly, had said, "*Static* body contains over 3 *static* of them." It was obvious what words were supposed to fit in the static gaps. I may be slow, but even I can use what I have left of my common sense. Elizabeth was anxious. I was going to win her heart, I just knew it. She would be mine, by the end of the day. Score two for Kyle; still zero for the evil-science-teachers team! I took a deep breath and said, "Three cells, miss." |
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