Pretending Young

Oh, today is Saturday, the beginning day for my weekend. But I just can't keep myself from missing all of you and the days we shared together all the while. It seems that I should belong to school but not this place where I've been staying in 16 hours a day for twelve years.

Although the first mock exam is just around the corner, I'm here to tell you that...nothing can stop me from writing! But, hey, I'm not that kind of person who abandons himself to cyberspace. I'm just stealing a moment from burying myself under the pile of textbooks.

Well, I'm in a great mood yesterday at school.
Despite having been scared by a nightmare before the day was started, everything went on smoothly...Huh? What nightmare? Well....I dreamed of my friend being chased by a violent bull, and it turned out that she was seriously hurt by the tip of the horns...Hey, that's not funny at all. In that dream, I was too stunned to do anything for her, but just watching her being thrown into the air, and then touching to the ground heavily. Of course I felt pretty down at the moment I woke up, but I was glad to find out it was just nothing but a dream that wouldn't come true anyway. And that girl playing a part in the haunting dream even invited me to be her badminton partner in the afternoon PE class. Certainly, I didn't tell her about that dream (or she would have killed me).

Forget about that dream. Anyway, I had a good time during the day. The sky had been cleared up before I went to see my beloved teacher-- Andrea. It was at lunch time that I brought all of my belongings (my lunch box, clothes that could let me change later before the PE class, and, of course, my toothbrush) with me to her place-- you know, they were just in case of not having enough time as I drove back to our classroom.

I waited for her a short time, eating my lunch. After all, it was a long distance between the two buildings from end to end of the playground. She finally showed up, greeting me with a beautiful smile on her face. I wonder why I forgot to tell her how pretty she was at that moment. Then we chatted throughout the break-time.

After sharing me the life of her further education in England, the bell rang just in time. She had one class later on, and I had the chemistry also, so we walked together in the way to our classes. As we passed by the playground, I said, "Don't you feel it's a nice day? --The wind is just like coming from a foreign country." She definitely agreed with me, as the mild breeze kissing our cheeks. She missed the days in England, and I enjoyed earning back a piece of delight after coming out of the rain which belongs to the past.

Accidentally, we came across two people, that handsome guy and the big sister. Andrea didn't recognize him before we both were close enough, even face to face.
"Hi, Andrea." "I didn't notice it was you before I was just going to say something to her."
"Hey!!"
They both looked at each other, laughing.

"Oh, so you've been ignored, poor guy." I said.
Big sister stared at me with her eyes wide open.
"Hey, I didn't know it was you! Stephanie!"

So I've been ignored also, poor me. I said to myself.
"You look a bit different today. Oh, I know. You've bound your hair."
Yeah, many of my classmates had been gazing me with a queer eye lately. But I kept it like that just to keep away from the heat smothering my neck.

Afterwards we said goodbye.

Still, I couldn't tell why I feel so happy on that day. Probably it was for spending time with my former teacher, or bumping into two old friends, or winning two courts during the sweating PE class.
Or, maybe, the nice weather brought these all together.

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