#11. Differences Bring Us Together - Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

“Because all of you had received such a good results in your PMR examination, you will be studying as a Science Stream’s students this year. Don’t feel bad as you have to learn the Biology’s subject or Physics or even Chemistry. Actually you are the lucky one. You should feel proud of yourselves for making it this far. Give a big clap everyone,” said the class teacher of Four Science I.

           

            The class is full of applause and laughter.

“But – ”

Miss Rabiatul stops.

The students pay their full attention, anticipating for what the teacher want to say next.

“I will decide on my own on where you will sit for this year”

“What?!”

“Oh snap!”

“Feel like dying, help me!”

“Make it fast, please.”

Some of the students are giving out a big sighs. But some of them just do nothing as they do not really care about their places-to-sit thingy.

“Hey, it’s for your own sakes. I want you to meet new friends instead of just meeting the same person since the last three years. Now pack your bag and go to your seat when I call your name.”

 CHAPTER ONE

The class of Four Science I is a mess right now. The students are all doing their own things. The class is full of laughter and loud noises. The teacher who should be teaching right now does not enter the class. She does not even come to school. She has to take two days off because her son is sick. The teacher who should cover her up also does not enter the class. He has other important thing that he has to work on.

            It is the beginning of the year, so they do not want to rise up the tense to study. It is their new chapter as Form 4 students at Sekolah AWESOME( just come up with your own school’s name). So, they just want to have at least one week or one month to have fun before they get into their serious moods. They will not sit on their biggest exam this year which people keep calling it SPM. So they can sit back and relax a little bit this year.

           

The Science’s students are having fun at the highest level right now. Some of the girls are chatting about their holidays and vacations. Some of the boys are playing a short game. The game is called as ‘Folding Your Fingers If it’s you’ there. Well, if someone said something that matches your personality or whatever that related to you, you have to fold one finger for one matched thing. And if all of your fingers are all folded, you are out. Of course you will be given a punishment from the others.

           

But as the others are having fun, of course there are at least two or one of them who has zero interest in playing games or whatever in a group. They are just interested in doing their own things alone.

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Just like these three students.

One of them finds herself writing and erasing her own writing on a piece of paper.  The other one is trying to get a bit of rest by slouching a bit on his chair. And the last one is still writing something on her palm with a full concentration.

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She stares blankly on the piece of paper. There are words and random doodling on it. She crunches her eyebrows together. She twirls the pencil that she is holding. The pencil falls on the table. But then, she picks it up again and continues to twirl it. She is trying to get at least one idea on how she could finish writing the lyrics on the paper.

            She loves to sing. She loves to do covers of celebrities’ songs – Selena Gomez, Katy Perry, Tiffany Alvord and others – and she will absolutely upload the videos on her own You tube’s channel. But she wants to sing her own song too. So, she decides to write one.

            She almost gives up writing it. The result is not as she expected.

            She closes her eyes for a while, trying to get an idea or inspiration. A minute after she closes her eyes, something pops out in her head. She opens her eyes again and writes them on the paper. She writes them immediately and in a full speed – without reading them first of course. She does not want them to disappear from her mind.

            She pauses a little bit. She wants to write more but the ideas are fading away. She puts her pencil down. She lifts the paper so she can see the writing clearly. And she starts to read her writing slowly.

The day when you let go of my hand

I wish I can rewrite our story

So that this will never end

Please always be my lovely

You’re my destiny

You’re always driving me crazy

But why did you put an end to our story?

The day when you leave me

I feel so hard to swallow the pain

When you tell me you don’t love me

You’re even leaving a scar on my pain

How dare you running around like this?

You’re the heartbreaker of mine

You break and tear my heart apart

Its feels so hard…

Whoa, I am so good at writing!

She smiles, knowing that she really proud of herself by writing that lyrics – even though it is not done yet. She thinks that it is okay for a beginner of a lyrics-writer to write all of this. Okay Julie, just keep going. Fighting!

‘Now, let’s do the chorus’

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The one who is trying to get a bit of rest seems to have a really hard time. He cannot sleep at all. Well, it is obvious that he cannot sleep. In fact, it is still 9 o’clock in the morning – it is too early man.

He is trying his very hard to get at least 10 minutes sleep. But he cannot make it. He scratches his head, being confused on what he wants to do instead of sleeping in the class. He brings his hands to his face, cupping it. He mumbles some words by himself. He turns to his right and there is Yana. Together with her gangs of course. They are chatting about their favorites Korean idols. And yes, he hates it.

“What’s the big deal about Korean idols?”He says to himself.  

Then, he turns to his left. The girl who sits beside him is writing something on her hand but he cannot see them. His eyebrows are crunched together as he is trying to see the words clearly. He stares at the girl for almost 2 minutes. But yet, he does not realize it. He does it for no reason.

The thing is that he does not even know her name when he first met her on the first day of school. Maybe it is because this is the first year that they are studying in the same classroom. They do not study in the same class when they were in Form 1, Form 2 or even Form 3. He just knows her name when Julie, the prettiest girl in the class called her yesterday.

The girl turns her head and looks at him. She rather looks embarrass.

“She is kind of pretty,” he says quietly.

Oh man……Akmal, what the heck is going on right now? You just gave someone a compliment! It’s good that she does not hear it.  But then he smiles. And he does not know why.

‘What did she wrote on her palm?’

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The one who is writing some words on her palm seems to lose her focus. She feels like someone is watching her. She wants to look onto her right but she scared. Oh wait, she is not scared but she feels embarrass. The guy who sits beside her is one of the guy who she has her eyes on him. She notices and starts to keep her eyes on him since last year. That is when they were in Form 3. Something happened but only she knows about it.

            She is always watching him playing volleyball. He is a very good – looking guy and she will probably says that he is her ideal type of guy – tall, handsome, kind to others. But she always hears something bad about him. Well, not very bad but kind of bad. People say that he is a ‘Mama Boy’ and he is kind of indulgent plus demanding. Is that a bad thing? – demanding is a bad thing. Funny, why would I care?

            The eager feeling to turn on her right keep rising up. Damia, don’t turn. Please don’t. But action is stronger than word. She cannot hold her feeling. She turns to her right. And yes, someone is staring at her. And it is him! It is really him!

            “Err, yes?” she says with a lowest tone of her voice. She feels embarrass – for sure.

She sees he mumbles and says something but she cannot capture that. Then, he just smiles at her. She smiles back at him. They are exchanging their glances for a second. Then, they go back to their own world.

            She read the things that she wrote on her palm.

2 blue pens

1 small notebook

           

They are the things that she wants to buy on her way back to her house. She writes them there because it is lots way easier. She does not want to waste any paper. She hates wasting things!

‘Why did he smile at me?’

To be continued. . . . .

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