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Friday, December 31, 2010
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
JOANNA - This L.O.V.E ~ L - Long Talk
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"I'll leave you two alone. But don't talk too long, 'kay?" Amanda smirked.
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm really sorry about the crash." he said while helping me to pick up my books. "I'm --"
"Kevin Gray the Great," I interrupted. "And I'm --"
"Whitney Clinton the Vice President of Drama Club." he smiled.
I creased my brow. "You know me?"
"'Course. You're the girl who acted as Juliet in the school's play last Fall." he answered. "But soft what light through yonder breaks wind. Great stuff, great stuff."
I chuckled. "That's right! I'm the girl! I LOVE that story! William Shakespeare is a genius!"
"Yeah, but it's not my kind of stuff." he shrugged.
"Oh yeah! Basketball, parties, girls..." I said, matter-of-factly.
"Wait, what do you mean?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Not my kind of stuff. I gotta go. Don't wanna be late for class." I forced a smile and started to walk away.
"Hold on there! What's up with the mood?" he asked, shaking his head with confusion.
I turned around. "I don't know. Just trying to make things easier for you, I guess. You're Kevin Gray the Somebody and I'm Whitney Clinton the Nobody."
"Come on, don't say that. You were Juliet in the play!" he said.
"Puh-lease. No one ever shows up for the school play." I sneered. "Look, I don't want to waste my time and yours, so why don't you just stop this stupid charade like you care who I am and just let me go to class peacefully." I smiled with bitter scorn.
"Oh, I get it! You think I'm the kind of guy who ONLY talks to dumb blondes! Just for the record, that is the stupid charade you're talking about! Not this!" he said, his tone five decibels higher. Obviously annoyed with my assumption, he probably get that a lot.
"Really? Prove it, Mr Popular!" I challenged, but with a slightly gentle tone. Then, looking into his mesmerizing blue eyes, I smiled. I could see nothing but pure honesty.
"You know, you've got a pretty smile." he said, flashing his oh-so-hot smile.
"Gee, thanks! How intelligent of you to say something nice about me after a little heated arguement. Now, I have to forgive you." I smiled sarcastically, but dropped the sarcasm when I realized he was actually being honest. "I'm sorry, I'm a jerk."
"Nah, I'm sorry too. For raising my voice." he tucked his mushy brown hair behind his ear.
"Why do we keep apologizing today?" I chuckled.
He laughed sheepishly.
"You're not much like the others, huh? You're actually nice." I admitted.
"Haha, yeah. I guess?" he blushed. Wow! I, Whitney Cliton, made Kevin Gray, blush? "Tell you what? Why don't I pick you up tonight at 7, and we'll have dinner. And you'll find that there's a lot more about me that this world doesn't know about."
"What are you two STILL doing out here? 2 hours of detention after school!" Principal Higgins ordered. "What are you still waiting for? Christmas?! GO BACK TO CLASS!"
"Sorry, ma'am." I quickly made my way to class.
"Wait, is that a yes?" he asked suddenly.
"See you at 7!" I replied, hiding my smile.
Sure, I had detention to serve after class. But after all, it's worth it.
JOANNA
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 4 - A Twist in Nightmare
In the car...
"Good morning Mrs Jonathan..." Christabella greeted.
"Happy birthday, Christabella!" Mrs Jonathan chirped. "It's your engagement day, isn't it? Lovely day huh?"
Zephyr rolled his eyes. Christabella blushed... Oh my GOD! Christabella thought. Mrs Jonathan don't get started again...
"Andrew, you better take care of her in the school! Don't let her get bullied and you don't bully her either! Do you understand?" Mrs Jonathan told Zephyr and gave Christabella a wink. Christabella shuddered. She felt really awkward.
"Mmm... what if I get bullied? She'll come save me?" Zephyr mumbled. Christabella blushed more.
The car came to a halt in front of the school.
"Alright! Get out! Go on! Quick!" Mrs Jonathan ushered. "You're both late..."
"All because of Christabella!" Andrew hissed.
Christabella gave him the look that says 'shut up! Or else...' but Andrew just pretended that he didn't see that.
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In school hallway...
"Miss Mitchell and Mr Jonathan! Why aren't both of you in your respective classes? Dating in school's hallway is not a reason to be late! I know you're both getting engaged tonight. But school rules are school rules! Detention during recess and by the way happy birthday Miss Mitchell and happy engagement day to both of you! Now go on!" Mrs Sasatricks' voice boomed yet her face shows no emotion whatsoever.
Uh! Sometimes I wonder why Mrs Sasatricks can't spare me of my already miserable life. AND it has to be on my sweet sixteen birthday! Now, that just sucks! Big time!!! How very nice of her. Pfft! Yeah right, now tell me about staying at home on your sixteenth birthday. I mean, don't they always do that? Skip school for the day, get high with your friends ( I mean in a positive way) and/or sleep the whole day off like nobody's business! Now, that sound like a plan to me! WOhoo! I love my plan! That's just go genius of me! Oh look! I am crapping to my innerself again! So don't mind me! Now shoo shoo!
"Oooii retard!" now that annoying voice snapped me out of daydream. "Don't you wanna start moving before Mrs Sasatricks gives us another detention?" Zephyr hissed. I gave Zephyr a killer look. With our shoulders slumped and our heart threatening to lash out at each other like a cat fight, we walked to our class.
"All your fault! Retard!" Zephyr whispered angrily.
"No it's not!" I whispered back loudly.
"Walk faster!" we both winced at the booming voice. She could be a loudspeaker, she could just get a living from being a street human-loudspeaker advertiser, if you know what I mean. "You're already late and you are still taking your own sweet time?"
We both ran to our class. Oh well, that woman just love to see us kids/teenagers/whatever to run away, scared. That mean old woman witch! Argh!
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"Catch you in the gym, Zebra!" Mike said. Mike is Zephyr's best buddy. Don't ask me why he calls him Zebra, because I have no idea why.
"Can't, caught late for class with retard! Have got myself into detention..." Zephyr replied. Hah! If only I was physically there, he'd have died of strangulation! With my, uh huh *nods*, wrestlers' arms (just a metaphor, I love to daydream) he'd be left with no chance! No chance at all!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *coughs* *coughs*... uh... excuse me... still gotta work on the evil laugh. Anyway...
"Wow! Zebra in detention? That's so... out of mind dude! Gosh! Girls are so troublesome!" Mike sighed. Oh, I can imagine if any girls heard that at all. He'd be dead in no less than a nano-second! Well, just for your information guys out there, just be careful when you try to put 'troublesome' and 'girls' in the same sentence. Just hope there aren't any girls in earshot or else...
Suddenly, there was a loud metal drumming sound at the other end of the hallway.
"OUCH!" I said. Owh that's me... now lemme continue with the story.
"I heard you're going to be engaged tonight. To Zephyr? How can that happen? He's mine!!! MINE!!!" she screamed. "How can he likes you? He doesn't like you! What does his parents see in you? You're a psycho!" she cries in a really dramatically bimbo way. "Psycho!" her parrots parroted. Embarrassing really. She looked like she desperately need a facial emotion make over. With her nose scrunched up, lips down at both ends and trembling and bloodshot eyes that look like they might spill tears any second now, come to think of that! She's not THAT pretty...
She's Catherine, the Bimbo. The Queen Bee. The Drama Queen. Whatever you want to call her, I prefer the Bimbo, thank you.
"You're not pretty, rich nor clever! You're stupid! All you do is play that thing where you throw some dumb balls into baskets! You're useless! Idiot!" she cried, her hand making a beeline for my hair. Students were already crowding around us and someone shouted, "Ooo! Look! Cat fight!" and everyone came rushing over like some hungry elephants, to take a look at me getting bashed up like a pulp. I'm not gonna survive this. I closed my eyes hard.
That's the thing with high school... no one ever comes to save you from getting bashed. No one goes running to the teachers and go "Teacher teacher teacher! Catherine is bashing Christabella up!" Nope, they just crowd around and witness the wrestle.
"Uh... that's called basketball... just in case you don't know... hehe," I said, giving a nervous laugh. Then angrily, she pulled my hair so hard it felt like as if she's trying to pull every each strand of my hair out and my head when with it and hit it hard against the locker.
"Owww! Let go!" I howled. I felt a bit dizzy by now. So much of drama. And pain. I think I'm gonna black out anytime now.
"Let her go," I heard a cold voice said. Zephyr.
"Zephyr?" Catherine said, letting go of my hair. "I didn't mean to hurt her, I just want to let her know that she's not good enough for you..." she said with an innocent, puppy dog eyes. Eww *goosebumps rising*...
"You're no better," Zephyr said coldly.
"What?! I know she made you do that engagement thing! You don't want it! I know you don't want it! You don't have to force yourself! You can cancel it!" Catherine said, on the verge of crying.
"It's an arranged engagement, I can't do anything... and I can live with her..." Zephyr said, still with his emotionless face. It's like his face muscle never moves. The crowds when 'ooo'...
The Bimbo's tears spilled, "You don't know what you are saying!" she screamed, oh! Ever so dramatically! She shook her head and cried uncontrollably. I hope her neck can take the shaking. It looks like it's gonna break. But then again, her head must be light because of the lack of brains.
"I. Love. Her." Zephyr said. Still no emotion. Everyone was like, GASP!!! I was shocked of course! I mean him saying that in front of everyone? That's so not him... and he is turning to me! Turning and he... gave me a frown and rolls his eyes... *frowns with disappointment* oh well, reality check, it's still him.
"Urgh!" Catherine grunted like some kind of hungry beast and turned on her heels and walked off with her parrots following her.
I was still surprised though. I was just sitting there like a lifeless dummy (what am I saying? Dummies ARE lifeless!) not knowing what to do next... Zephyr turned back to me and the crowds cheered.
"You fine?" he asked.
I can't find the words to say. I mean, no wait, I KNOW what to say. I just forgot how to talk for a second... I FORGOT how to talk... I think I hit my head too hard just now.
"Yeah..." I managed to say at last.
"Let me help you..." he held out his hand. Oh my God! I must be dreaming! That's not him!!! I took it and he pulled me up with a really effortless tug.
"Let's go... we're late for detention! Because of you! Again!" Zephyr said. The crowd was thinning.
I don't care. Was it true? What he said? He was still holding my hand and running to the class. I'm never gonna wash my left hand ever again! Ah, just kidding...
WEINI
JOANNA - This L.O.V.E ~ L - Letter
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"Applicants must send in an original essay about 'Biodiversity', closing date is the 25th of November, 2010. Any essays received after the date will not be considered." Colin read out the letter I received from the University of New South Wales, Australia.
"Oh, come on! Easy peasy! Nothing too big for my man, Kevin!" Sean laid his hand around my shoulder while rubbing my head with his other free hand.
"Yeah, yeah!" I shrugged it off.
Will it really be that easy peasy for me - Kevin Gray, to get in? Do I even want to get in? It's ironic that all these years of being so-called 'busy' with basketball, studies and scholarships are finally coming to an end. Graduation is coming soon and my schooling days will be officially over. Suddenly, school counsellors and even Principal Higgins are talking about career choices and different paths that different individuals take. Are they really that concerned with our decisions or are they just hyped up that another badge of students are going to leave the school?
"So, who are you gonna bring to the prom?" Luke suddenly asked.
Right, prom. I rolled my eyes.
Another thing on my list of things to get so-called busy with before graduation. My mom has been fussing over prom eversince the starting of my senior year. She even got my tux ready! But I don't even know if I'm going. It's not like I have someone special to bring with me.
"I have my eyes set on Felicia." Sean said while pointing to a tanned, wavy-haired brunette. She was tall, slim and had a figure that guys drool over. She had a sharp jawline and a pair of adorable dimples. Her eyes were a mesmerizing dark brown. A slender figure plus a breathtaking face makes up one sophisticated Latin beauty. Too sophisticated for the laid-back Sean.
"I've written my speech. Now, I'm working on my intonation. Hopefully, I'll be able to ask her by the end of this week." Sean grinned.
"Well, good luck on that! I'm bringing my girlfriend - Tiffany!" Luke said, with a slight hint of pride.
"Whoa, man! Girlfriend? Since when?" Colin asked.
"Since our first kiss on our first date!" Luke announced, this time, full with pride. Luke can be a snob sometimes. "But enough about me and my date. So Kevin, who's your lucky girl?"
"I don't know. No specifics yet." I answered half-heartedly.
"Yet?" Colin asked, his voice an octave higher, edged with suspicion.
"Nah, I might not even go if I don't find the right one." I said.
"Dude, it's prom! It's your senior year! Any girl would want to go out with you!" Sean exclaimed. "Right, Pamela?" he said while tugging a blonde girl who waved flirtatiously at me.
"Nah, he's joking." I told that Pamela girl before she gets her hopes TOO high. I turned to face them and tried to explain. "I don't just wanna go out with any girl. I want to go out with the girl! Someone who doesn't judge me for my exterior looks and achievements. Someone who sees me for me! A spontaneous, funny, outgoing and genuine girl!"
"I don't know, man! Sounds pretty hard to find someone like that --" Luke shrugged.
"Kev, look out!" Colin yelled suddenly.
Too late. I crashed into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! My fault for standing in the middle of the hallway!" she apologized immediately.
"No, no! My fault for walking backwards!" I apologized too.
And then, for no apparent reason, we both burst out into laughter.
"Someone like her." Colin said.
JOANNA
JOANNA - This L.O.V.E ~ L - Loyalty
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"Dude, she's at her locker talking to Amanda. Now's our chance to impress both our ladies!" the ever-cheerful Wade chirped while tugging my shirt.
"What?! No!! You remember the last time I tried to talk to her? A fly almost flew into my mouth! That was embarassing!" I shook my head as if to shake off that horrifying thought. Too late, it's already in my brain.
"I can't risk humiliating myself again!" I said.
"Come on, Jeremy! That was last Summer. Besides, you learn from mistakes. So this time, just try to remember to say something after you open your mouth." he patted my shoulder and gave me a light push as if to boost my confidence level.
"Quit pushing me, man! I'm not ready!" I shrugged, trying to make my way to class as hurriedly as possible.
"Then when will you be ready? You've been crushing on that girl since third grade! And we're gonna be seniors next year! It's about time. People are already placing bets on whether you'll still love her next year. You can't afford to be girlfriend-less on your senior year, right? Dude, I know that it's time..." his voice trailed off in a dramatic way and I was left alone.
"Man, I hate it when he's right..." I told myself.
"Wait, what about Amanda?" he must have forgot that it was our chance to impress both our ladies. Besides, I would need a little help trying to get my grammar straight. I turned around but he had already disappeared into the crowd.
"Hey, watch it!" I turned back but collided with someone.
"Oh! It's you, Jeremy! You know, this is the hallway where everyone moves. If not, you might just knock into someone, just like what you did to me!" Amanda babbled.
Time froze.
"I could use an apology here, Jeremy! Hello??" Amanda continued babbling. But her incessant babbling became incoherent murmurings; I could feel my brain not receiving the nerve impulses from the receptors; my senses losing control of what they were created for; my hands stiffened; I held my breath. Everything within a ten-feet radius started to blur out from my sight, everything except for that radiating light around her.
She was in front of me.
"JEREMY!!!" Amanda hollered.
Reality checks back into me.
"We all know that you're in love with my best friend, but do you have to do that dopey look in front of us?!" Amanda whined.
I lifted my shoulders, not once averting my gaze from that beauty.
She smiled.
"There you go again! Come on, let's go! It's no point asking for an apology from a love-sick do-do head!" Amanda stomped her feet and marched off.
She looked at me apologetically, flashed her million-dollar smile and followed behind the angry Amanda, who I think will not talk to me for the rest of the day.
If I die today, I swear I'll die a happy man.
JOANNA
JOANNA - This L.O.V.E - Introduction
Her name is Whitney. She is a small town girl with BIG dreams. A high-school girl who dreams to be on EVERY silver screen, who aspires to have her OWN fashion line, who hopes to have as MANY best-selling books as possible. She wants to be like her three idols - Jessica Alba, for her stunning looks and outstanding performances she gives every time on set; Victoria Beckham, for launching her own fashion line whilst being the famous footballer's wife; Stephenie Meyer, for her out-of-this-world Twilight Saga which is now a big motion picture. All three of them morphed to make one extraordinary Whitney Clinton! Unfortunately, her friends, and even family, would often discourage her big ambitions because in the small town of Minnesota, dreams like that would often end up shattered and crushed heartlessly. But with sheer determination and perseverance, she believes that ANY ordinary town girl can achieve such a dream! Silently, she fantasizes that her friends will be working for her one day...
His name is Jeremy. He has a VERY complex History of his parental heritage which would sometimes, make him confused too. But at first glance, he looks just like an average black kid. Dark skin, an okay height, curly-haired, brown eyes, broad shoulders... Not the kind of guy every girl would die for, but he's still charming in his own way. His mom, Mrs Thompson who is of Portugese, Chinese and Italian heritage would joke about her husband, of South African and Indian heritage, for being too dark and having stronger genes and therefore Jeremy and his siblings are so dark. And maybe that's why Mrs Thompson assumed is the reason as to why Jeremy NEVER brings back a girl. But in actual fact, the ONLY girl he wants to bring back home is the girl he's been crushing on eversince elementary school. Maybe, just maybe, his mother's wish will come true one day.
Enter the other fella.
His name is Kevin. He is just like every high school jock - Handsome looks, great personality, perfectly toned and muscled body, excelled in both studies and sports, has his little clique of friends... Just like that Troy Bolton in High School Musical. Except that Kevin has two left feet. Now, Kevin Gray IS the kind of guy EVERY girl would die for. What do you expect when you're Mr Popular? Everyone expects the best of everything from you. When you don't, they judge you for your own failures, immediately forgetting all the achievements that you've achieved, and suddenly you're not Mr Popular anymore. Maybe that's why he doesn't really trust his little clique of friends, because some of them are not trustworthy. Sometimes, he just wished that he can stop being the 'It' guy and let someone else be in the limelight. Is he asking for too much?
The world keeps spinning. And so does this love.
JOANNA
His name is Jeremy. He has a VERY complex History of his parental heritage which would sometimes, make him confused too. But at first glance, he looks just like an average black kid. Dark skin, an okay height, curly-haired, brown eyes, broad shoulders... Not the kind of guy every girl would die for, but he's still charming in his own way. His mom, Mrs Thompson who is of Portugese, Chinese and Italian heritage would joke about her husband, of South African and Indian heritage, for being too dark and having stronger genes and therefore Jeremy and his siblings are so dark. And maybe that's why Mrs Thompson assumed is the reason as to why Jeremy NEVER brings back a girl. But in actual fact, the ONLY girl he wants to bring back home is the girl he's been crushing on eversince elementary school. Maybe, just maybe, his mother's wish will come true one day.
Enter the other fella.
His name is Kevin. He is just like every high school jock - Handsome looks, great personality, perfectly toned and muscled body, excelled in both studies and sports, has his little clique of friends... Just like that Troy Bolton in High School Musical. Except that Kevin has two left feet. Now, Kevin Gray IS the kind of guy EVERY girl would die for. What do you expect when you're Mr Popular? Everyone expects the best of everything from you. When you don't, they judge you for your own failures, immediately forgetting all the achievements that you've achieved, and suddenly you're not Mr Popular anymore. Maybe that's why he doesn't really trust his little clique of friends, because some of them are not trustworthy. Sometimes, he just wished that he can stop being the 'It' guy and let someone else be in the limelight. Is he asking for too much?
The world keeps spinning. And so does this love.
JOANNA
Monday, December 13, 2010
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010
WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 3 - Nightmare
'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!' the digital alarm clock went off.
Christabella grunted and hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.
Fifteen minutes later...
'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!' the digital alarm clock went off again.
"Urgh! Shut up!" Christabella groaned. "Hmm..." she sat up on her bed, half asleep. Ahh... her bed is so warm, inviting, tempting her back to Slumberland. Christabella glanced at the digital clock and gasped. "Oh no! I'm not late! Please tell me I'm not late. Wait! I AM late! Oh no! It's EIGHT FIFTEEN!!! I missed the bus! Oh gosh!" she scrambled out of bed and tripped on her blanket and went, "OMIGOD!" and went flat-faced on the floor.
"Great! I woke up literally on the wrong side of bed and I'm late! What a gr-eat way to start a superb day! All thanks to the cursed engagement! Argh!" she mumbled to herself while making her bed.
"Wait! I should be happy. I am getting engaged to Zephyr! Hello!? Zephyr? Oh yes, I should be happy..." she said dreamily to herself. Then suddenly, she snapped out of it, "Oh no! I am late and sixteen and going-to-be engaged. SHOULD. NOT. BE. HAPPY. SHOULD. NOT. BE. HAPPY."
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"Rrrrinnng!!!" the school bell that indicates the first period of a school day.
"Oh no! That didn't sound good. No, I surely don't like the sound of that when I am late! Where is everyone? Oh yeah! In the class of course! Gosh! Please let this be a NIGHTMARE! Please!" I thought to myself as I run towards the school's gate down the corridor.
"Miss Mitchell! Why aren't you in your class?" a familiar voice asked filled with sarcasm. "Was your alarm 'dead' or did it vibrated too much it 'commited suicide' from your table again?" that voice asks.
I honestly, do NOT like that voice. That voice tortures me even in my sleep, in my dream, even when I am in the toilet. Gosh! I tried to put on a sweet smile and turned to face the owner of the voice slowly. "Good morning, Miss Sasatrick," HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Her parents must be playing a prank or was joking with her when she was born. Whoever calls their daughter Sasatrick??? Like what???
"Er actually, Miss Sasatrick... it died last week and I was still mourning it for a long time last night. I forgot to buy a new one and nobody woke me up today..." I reasoned.
"Oh Miss Mitchell, so when do you plan to buy a new one?" Miss Sasatrick asked sarcastically.
"I erm, need to try to put that in my really tight schedule," I said, she's trying to be sarcastic with me? She's trying to be foolish with me? Hah! I can do better and I am THAT childish! Don't blame me. It's no wonder she's still single and available. She's just S.A.D. case...sigh...(S.A.D. stands for single and desperate) Serves her right for her sarcasm. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Okay, I sounded evil...
"So, how tight is your schedule?" she asked sarcastically, again.
"Err... very? Look Miss Sasatrick, I am sorry I am late okay? I need to get to my class..." I said, trying to get away.
"Don't even bother Miss Mitchell..." Miss Sasatrick said with an evil voice.
"Wh-why?" I asked, now I am a bit cowering...
"Because... " she said with a menacing look, "You are in for detention..." she said with an evil look (gosh, it's so dramatic ain't it?) then comes the worst part of all..." FOREVA!!!" and it echoes. And echoes. And echoes. Scary really. Like in movies.
And I go, " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" I screamed in my sleep.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" the digital alarm clock went off. I sat up in my bed. Wide awake.
"Oh God! Thank God! It's just a horrible stupid nightmare!" I said gratefully.
"Oh no! I'm not late! Please tell me I'm not late. Wait! I AM late! Oh no! It's EIGHT FIFTEEN!!! I missed the bus! Oh gosh!" I practically screamed and fell flat-faced on the floor.
"OMIGOD! This looks and sounds awfully FAMILIAR... Oh gawd... tell me this is not another nightmare... no wait, PLEASE LET THIS BE A NIGHTMARE! Somebody's gotta pinch me!" I mumbled desperately. Then I felt someone gave me a hard pinch on my arm.
"OOUCH!!! WHO DID THAT!!??" I screamed, rubbing my arm.
"Obviously not a retard who talks to herself. It's almost late and you're not even ready for school yet!" Zephyr said coldly, as usual, with his cool composure.
"Why are YOU here? No wait, how did you even GET in here???" I asked, surprised. I mean, I lock my door every night and I am so sure I did so yesterday because I told my father to fix the lock because it was spoilt. And it was fixed! I am so sure of it because I tried it last night and got locked out. And I got the keys from my mother to open it and only my parents have the keys... unless...
"That's a rude morning greeting..." he said. Hah! Like as if his pinching and calling me a retard is any better! He continued, "You have to say 'Good morning Zephyr dear.'. Now that would be better," he said. My goodness, I hope he's teasing or joking because that is totally awkward and disgusting. And it sucks! Big time!
" That didn't answer my question..." I said.
"I got the keys from your mother. I am supposed to drive you to school today. My mom asked me to. Annoying isn't it? Now can you get changed before we are really late? I've never been this late before. No, let me rephrase. I have NEVER been late before. I bet you are late everyday. Or never mind, take your sweet time. Because, we ARE late already," he said.
"Do you think I want to be late? Do you think I like to be late? You think it's nice to BE LATE? Go reset my biological clock you freak! It's the biological clock's fault!" I said angrily, he is suck a jerk.
"It's YOUR biological clock, blame yourself for that! And can you start moving!? WE ARE LATE!" he said with flame in his eyes. But well, I don't care. I hope he gets high blood pressure and heart attack and just die. Because I'd love to see him dead there and then. " YOU are ruining my life!" he said angrily.
"What? Wait! I am RUINING your life??? How selfish more can you be? They set us up and now YOU are blaming me? Hello? You are the guy in this situation, YOU should do something to it which you are not. AND I AM TRYING MY BEST TO DO SOMETHING!" I argued. I am so frustrated. And late. And in a bad mood. And he is not making it any better. Breathe... breathe..."I need to breathe, I can't breathe fresh air with you around, now get out!"
"Yea, you should get some oxygen. Or you'd seriously become a retard," Zephyr said.
I stared at him in a threatening way that says, 'You better get out before I punch you, slap you and rip you apart!'
He gave me a nervous look and said with his sickeningly sweet smile, "I was joking..." I continued with The Stare.
"Okay, okay! Fine! I am outta here!" he said.
"Well, you better be. Or I can't get ready for school and we might as well not go to school today at all!" I said.
"I think I changed my mind. I think I wanna stay here..." Zephyr said. He better be joking...
"Get out!" I shouted. "Now!"
"Okay! Okay! Geez!" Zephyr said, backing out the room. He closed the door. Sigh... how am I ever gonna live with that guy! He's so annoying. And is getting engaged at 16 even legal? How come I have a bad feeling (or good) that it isn't? Well, that's because it's not! Hah! Oh! No! I am talking to myself again. Sigh...
WEINI
Christabella grunted and hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.
Fifteen minutes later...
'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!' the digital alarm clock went off again.
"Urgh! Shut up!" Christabella groaned. "Hmm..." she sat up on her bed, half asleep. Ahh... her bed is so warm, inviting, tempting her back to Slumberland. Christabella glanced at the digital clock and gasped. "Oh no! I'm not late! Please tell me I'm not late. Wait! I AM late! Oh no! It's EIGHT FIFTEEN!!! I missed the bus! Oh gosh!" she scrambled out of bed and tripped on her blanket and went, "OMIGOD!" and went flat-faced on the floor.
"Great! I woke up literally on the wrong side of bed and I'm late! What a gr-eat way to start a superb day! All thanks to the cursed engagement! Argh!" she mumbled to herself while making her bed.
"Wait! I should be happy. I am getting engaged to Zephyr! Hello!? Zephyr? Oh yes, I should be happy..." she said dreamily to herself. Then suddenly, she snapped out of it, "Oh no! I am late and sixteen and going-to-be engaged. SHOULD. NOT. BE. HAPPY. SHOULD. NOT. BE. HAPPY."
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"Rrrrinnng!!!" the school bell that indicates the first period of a school day.
"Oh no! That didn't sound good. No, I surely don't like the sound of that when I am late! Where is everyone? Oh yeah! In the class of course! Gosh! Please let this be a NIGHTMARE! Please!" I thought to myself as I run towards the school's gate down the corridor.
"Miss Mitchell! Why aren't you in your class?" a familiar voice asked filled with sarcasm. "Was your alarm 'dead' or did it vibrated too much it 'commited suicide' from your table again?" that voice asks.
I honestly, do NOT like that voice. That voice tortures me even in my sleep, in my dream, even when I am in the toilet. Gosh! I tried to put on a sweet smile and turned to face the owner of the voice slowly. "Good morning, Miss Sasatrick," HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Her parents must be playing a prank or was joking with her when she was born. Whoever calls their daughter Sasatrick??? Like what???
"Er actually, Miss Sasatrick... it died last week and I was still mourning it for a long time last night. I forgot to buy a new one and nobody woke me up today..." I reasoned.
"Oh Miss Mitchell, so when do you plan to buy a new one?" Miss Sasatrick asked sarcastically.
"I erm, need to try to put that in my really tight schedule," I said, she's trying to be sarcastic with me? She's trying to be foolish with me? Hah! I can do better and I am THAT childish! Don't blame me. It's no wonder she's still single and available. She's just S.A.D. case...sigh...(S.A.D. stands for single and desperate) Serves her right for her sarcasm. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Okay, I sounded evil...
"So, how tight is your schedule?" she asked sarcastically, again.
"Err... very? Look Miss Sasatrick, I am sorry I am late okay? I need to get to my class..." I said, trying to get away.
"Don't even bother Miss Mitchell..." Miss Sasatrick said with an evil voice.
"Wh-why?" I asked, now I am a bit cowering...
"Because... " she said with a menacing look, "You are in for detention..." she said with an evil look (gosh, it's so dramatic ain't it?) then comes the worst part of all..." FOREVA!!!" and it echoes. And echoes. And echoes. Scary really. Like in movies.
And I go, " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" I screamed in my sleep.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" the digital alarm clock went off. I sat up in my bed. Wide awake.
"Oh God! Thank God! It's just a horrible stupid nightmare!" I said gratefully.
"Oh no! I'm not late! Please tell me I'm not late. Wait! I AM late! Oh no! It's EIGHT FIFTEEN!!! I missed the bus! Oh gosh!" I practically screamed and fell flat-faced on the floor.
"OMIGOD! This looks and sounds awfully FAMILIAR... Oh gawd... tell me this is not another nightmare... no wait, PLEASE LET THIS BE A NIGHTMARE! Somebody's gotta pinch me!" I mumbled desperately. Then I felt someone gave me a hard pinch on my arm.
"OOUCH!!! WHO DID THAT!!??" I screamed, rubbing my arm.
"Obviously not a retard who talks to herself. It's almost late and you're not even ready for school yet!" Zephyr said coldly, as usual, with his cool composure.
"Why are YOU here? No wait, how did you even GET in here???" I asked, surprised. I mean, I lock my door every night and I am so sure I did so yesterday because I told my father to fix the lock because it was spoilt. And it was fixed! I am so sure of it because I tried it last night and got locked out. And I got the keys from my mother to open it and only my parents have the keys... unless...
"That's a rude morning greeting..." he said. Hah! Like as if his pinching and calling me a retard is any better! He continued, "You have to say 'Good morning Zephyr dear.'. Now that would be better," he said. My goodness, I hope he's teasing or joking because that is totally awkward and disgusting. And it sucks! Big time!
" That didn't answer my question..." I said.
"I got the keys from your mother. I am supposed to drive you to school today. My mom asked me to. Annoying isn't it? Now can you get changed before we are really late? I've never been this late before. No, let me rephrase. I have NEVER been late before. I bet you are late everyday. Or never mind, take your sweet time. Because, we ARE late already," he said.
"Do you think I want to be late? Do you think I like to be late? You think it's nice to BE LATE? Go reset my biological clock you freak! It's the biological clock's fault!" I said angrily, he is suck a jerk.
"It's YOUR biological clock, blame yourself for that! And can you start moving!? WE ARE LATE!" he said with flame in his eyes. But well, I don't care. I hope he gets high blood pressure and heart attack and just die. Because I'd love to see him dead there and then. " YOU are ruining my life!" he said angrily.
"What? Wait! I am RUINING your life??? How selfish more can you be? They set us up and now YOU are blaming me? Hello? You are the guy in this situation, YOU should do something to it which you are not. AND I AM TRYING MY BEST TO DO SOMETHING!" I argued. I am so frustrated. And late. And in a bad mood. And he is not making it any better. Breathe... breathe..."I need to breathe, I can't breathe fresh air with you around, now get out!"
"Yea, you should get some oxygen. Or you'd seriously become a retard," Zephyr said.
I stared at him in a threatening way that says, 'You better get out before I punch you, slap you and rip you apart!'
He gave me a nervous look and said with his sickeningly sweet smile, "I was joking..." I continued with The Stare.
"Okay, okay! Fine! I am outta here!" he said.
"Well, you better be. Or I can't get ready for school and we might as well not go to school today at all!" I said.
"I think I changed my mind. I think I wanna stay here..." Zephyr said. He better be joking...
"Get out!" I shouted. "Now!"
"Okay! Okay! Geez!" Zephyr said, backing out the room. He closed the door. Sigh... how am I ever gonna live with that guy! He's so annoying. And is getting engaged at 16 even legal? How come I have a bad feeling (or good) that it isn't? Well, that's because it's not! Hah! Oh! No! I am talking to myself again. Sigh...
WEINI
Monday, November 29, 2010
WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 2 - Part 2 : You've Gotta Be Kidding Me!
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"It was an agreement when we were pregnant. We met on the 'Yoga for Future-Mommies' and became best friends and we happened to be pregnant with opposite genders and we agreed and..... okay... forget what I said. I don't even know what I said! And your dads are related! As in the far-related, related and so we decided..." Alice babbled on. While, I guess, I zoned out. An aftershock.
"So you made an arranged-marriage decision for us which we, as in Christabella and I, don't even know, and will never agree to. That's so... 50-s. Or 40-s... or whatever number-ties... it's just old fashioned! Can't we cancel it?" Zephyr asked, almost shouting.
"It's not that ba..." Alice stuttered.
"Well, guess what? I've got a girlfriend. She's errr... nice, beautiful and clever! Her name is... Jessica! Yea! Jessica!" Andrew added.
Everyone turned to me. I was numb. From all the information forced into my head. I think I need a new memory card or something. I was trying to interpret and understand every single thing they are saying but I can't. It's like they are speaking alien or something. Maybe I shouldn't speak bad about Zephyr. After all, he's my fiancé... OMIGOD! What am I saying? My what??? Okay. Let's just keep to Zephyr. This is weird and awkward.
"Christabella? What do you think?" Mr Jonathan asked. WHAT DO I THINK??? WHAT WILL I THINK??? WHAT SHOULD I THINK??? WHAT WOULD I THINK??? WHAT I MUST THINK??? Isn't it decided? If I said no, will they cancel it???
"Erm... I don't know... this is all too sudden... I... I need to go... to the restroom... the restroom..." I said. Giving an excuse so I can calm myself down. Or get myself away from all this...
"Zephyr, show her to the restroom..." Alice said.
"It's along the hallway there on you left," he pointed down the hallway.
"Go stand up and show her!" Alice whispered, giving him a nudge.
"Oh, it's okay. I can find it myself. Really..." I said.
Zephyr grunted a bit and mumbled something about his fiancée being a navigator-idiot. I felt my jaw dropped. Ouch! Then he motioned to me to follow him. It was a few second before my feet actually obeyed my brain.
When we reached the end of the looooong halfway. Gosh! I gotta say, they ARE too rich to be true... I stopped and turned around. It was so sudden we almost collided.
"If you don't agree, then you say it. I won't be hurt if you don't want to marry me... Cause I don't want to either," I said as coolly as I can.
"Who said I was gonna marry you? Don't try to make it sound like I want to marry you in the first place. Cause you are not worth my time..." Zephyr said. I winced, ouch! That hurts too...
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Zephyr realized what he had just said. Now he felt guilty.
Christabella said, " And who wants to marry a jerk like you?"
"Who wants to marry an idiot and retard like you?" Zephyr shot back.
"You better watch it!" Christabella hissed. Trying to contain her anger.
"Oh really? Or what? What will you do? Cry?" Zephyr faked a laugh.
"I'm gonna... slap you!" Christabella raised her hands to slap him...
"Ooo... I'm scared..." Zephyr teased.
"Oh! How cute... arguing..." Alice said.
"I'm not marrying him!" Christabella said.
"I'm not marrying her!" Zephyr said at the same time.
"And meant to be too!" Tanya-Lee added. Christabella gave her mother a really hard stare. But Tanya-Lee deliberately ignored her and started giggling with Alice. Christabella shuddered. Adults giggling are really weird.
WEINI
Sunday, November 21, 2010
ANNOUNCEMENT!
Dunno if you've noticed, but the 'I Love Him Not' series by Weini hasn't been updated in a while. I assure you it hasn't been discontinued but has come to a temporary halt as the author is experiencing several technical difficulties and therefore, is unable to complete the task of posting anymore of the series for the time being. The series will, however, continue once the author fixes whatever 'tis that's gone wrong. Meanwhile, we'll just have to wait, yeah? And as for myself, I'm happy to say that I'm actually working on something at the moment and will be posting it as soon as I'm done adding a few bits and pieces to it. So best you folks keep checking this site becos there's more to come. Finally, I'd also like to take this opportunity to give thanks to everyone who's viewed and followed this blog. Thanks so much for supporting us and this blog by leaving comments on our chatbox and by frequently visiting our site. We still believe there is much room for improvement and so, your views are much appreciated. *Beams*
SUMITRA
Thursday, November 4, 2010
WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 2, Part 1 : You've Gotta Be Kidding Me!
Zephyr came down and glanced my way on the couch. His favourite couch. With his dog's pee on it. You so don't want me to tell you the story. Just plain disgusting. But of course, they had the couch cleaned thoroughly and dried under the sun for a week. Alice couldn't stand the dog. It's cute and all but it's just not potty-trained...
"Hey! Why are you here?" Zephyr asked, surprised and annoyed.
"Uh! My mum's here, if you didn't see her beside me already. Why are YOU here?" I asked, staring at him topless. Ooo!!! Six packs!!! Hawt!!! I shook my head. I must NOT be attracted! Must NOT be attracted!!! I glanced sideways at his abdomen again. Man! He must be doing a a h*ll lot of sit ups and pumping! Hardcore! Pfoo! He saw me looking, he quickly put his shirt on and put his arms protectively across his abdomen. I turned away in embarrassment.
"Apparently, fyi*, THIS is MY home," he replied coldly, staring back at me.
Embarrassed and blushing furiously till I can feel my blood in my head boiling, I mumbled," Owh... I didn't know that..." adding an almost inaudible 'idiot' at the end of the sentence. Apparently, I was too caught up with YOUR six packs to remember that I'm in your house, sitting and YOUR dog-peed couch... so it's all your fault. I guess my words never escapes his bat-like ears. I mean, seriously? The next thing he did and said was...
Point at my accusingly and said, "I heard that... you..."
Alice cleared her throat noisily and said, "Aah!!! Come sit here, hone..." Zephyr shot her a warning stare, Alice gave a nervous chuckle and continued, "I mean, Zephyr..." Alice patted on the empty space in the couch beside me. "Your dad should be home with Michael any minute now..." I shook my head wildly. No! No! No!!! Don't sit beside me! Do NOT sit beside me! No!!!
Michael's my dad. Michael Mitchell. His dad has a really... UNIQUE name. Alexandre Sonia Jonathan. (say... A-les-san-dryer So-ni-uh. Man! Even the pronunciation is weird... I mean... UNIQUE)
"Why? I mean why do I have to sit beside HER?" Zephyr asked, irritated.
"Because I asked you to..." Alice said with a look that said, you better do or else... *The evil laugh*
Zephyr hesitated before rolling his eyes and then sat down, slumped, beside me. I moved away.
"Sit properly!" Alice hissed. He straightened up.
Hahahahaha!!! What mama's boy! Must tell Chrysantha about it!
"What's so important? Can we just get over this fast? I've better things to do," Zephyr said, not bothering to be polite despite his guests being present.
"Be polite," Alice warned. There was a click sound and the front door opened. Both our fathers in identical business suit walked in. They are both best friends. I don't know how they are related though. At least, I don't remember...
"Hey! So what's up everybody? Okay, let's get started!" that was my dad. He's... never snapped out of his high-school years...
"So you both must have known that, no doubt your mothers have told you both before we were here, you both are engaged on Christabella's 16th birthday right?" my dad continued, speaking like a bullet train engine.
Stunned, Zephyr and I said, " WHAT???!!!"
"You've gotta be kidding me, dad," I said, hoping he was joking. He's gonna break into a smile now and say he's joking like always. That's my typical dad. But... of all days... he chose today to be not-so-typical...
"Uhhh... dear... I'm not joking," he said seriously, and a bit unsettled. Maybe because he just realised that he was the one to break the bad news (for Zephyr and I) or the good news (predictably the adults).
*fyi stands for 'for your information'
WEINI
Friday, October 29, 2010
WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 1, Part 3 : I'll Never Like Him Anyway
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You know, sometimes, parents think they know what you want. I don't know why, maybe because they think they made you and you are a part of them and all and you SHOULD think alike and stuff... OKAY! STOP!!!
This is one of the things I really truly disagree with. I don't know why they came up with that idea in the first place! I mean, hello? It's like the 21st century!!!??? Who still does that? Maybe in the traditional tribes and sometimes, you know, for family business and stuff. But for the fun of it because it's adorable to do it? That sounded really wrong...
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"Well, I think we should set the date on her sixteenth birthday..." Mrs Jonathan suggested hopefully. Now, that was Zephyr's mother, Alice Jonathan.
"But Alice! Her birthday is due in 3 weeks! Will there be enough time to prepare?" Mrs Mitchell asked doubtfully. Now that, was Christabella's mother, Tanya-Lee Mitchell. (don't ask me what's with the Lee, it sounds like Chinese I know. But I'm really sure, my mother is 100% pure un-Chinese)
"Sure! If we start now, of course! Everything will go according to plan AFTER we succeed in confronting them about it. Now that's the hardest part..." Alice sighed. She thought about everything and her husband's business. It was initially not that, it was just a hope actually, but then... Time changes things. Now that there's an global economy crisis. The only way to solve it is to get this done.
"Hello, mom. Hello, Mrs Mitchell," Zephyr greeted oblivious to what the women were talking about. Probably some gossips. He's never interested. It's either some friend's daughter gave birth or some neighbour's secret love affair. You know, the common stuff.
"Hello, sweetheart! You're home!" Alivce said with a warm smile. Zephyr gave a warning look and frowned, "Mom!!!" he hissed.
"Hi, Zephyr," Tanya-Lee greeted, with her always-brilliant smile.
"Uhh... I think, I'll go shower first..." Zephyr said, excusing himself as quickly as possible, he so don't wanna get caught in the midst of womanly chats. Moreover, he's not in a mood to entertain Tanya-Lee now. And he was sweaty and sticky. He stank.
"Sure, hon... but please be fast. There's something important that we've got to tell you..." Alice chirped happily.
Zephyr's forehead creased into a frown. What can they talk about to me? Is their definition of important really important? Man, it doesn't sounds right... So, he double-checked," Okay... is it REALLY important?"
"Yes it is!" Tanya-Lee said enthusiastically. A bit... too enthusiastic. A bit... too quickly. That made everything seems so suspiscious. So... weird...
WEINI
Thursday, October 28, 2010
WEINI - I Love You Not - Chapter 1, Part 2 : I'll Never Like Him Anyway
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Zephyr clenched his fist and told himself to cool down. He blew his whistle again. The girls started moving around. Running. Passing ball. He followed Christabella's movements. Christabella glanced at him for a moment as if thinking about something. But she was too slow, a ball hit her squarely in the face. "Christabella!" She falls down like a puppet which strings were cut and went unconscious.
Zephyr ran towards Christabella with his heart racing. Oh no!
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I saw him clench his fist and bit his bottom lip. He blew his whistle again and everyone started the routine again. I glanced at him, wondering if it's true he is my far-related cousin. He's handsome, that's undeniable, but his attitude seriously need a makeover. Suddenly, there was a change in his expression, the look of being horrified as he opened his mouth to shout.
The shout never reached my ears, before a high-speed flying object (the basketball) hit me hard in my face. The impact was hard and I felt numbness creep through my whole skull. The last thing I heard when the numbness fade a bit was Christabella... before total darkness engulfed me in it's embrace. The next thing I know, I woke up in Heaven *choir singing*... okay... I was joking. I opened my eyes to see his worried face hovering over mine.
It felt like as if there was an earthquake. When I finally gained my full consciousness, I realised that he was shaking my shoulders really violently. He asked if I was okay. I wanted to say that he's not making my vision any better by shaking me that hard. But my nose and mouth hurts. In fact, my whole face hurts! I pushed him away and ran out of the gym. Behind me, Chrysantha followed. I felt the weight and heat of a stare. I knew it wasn't Chrysantha's or anyone else... but his...
WEINI
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
WEINI - I Love You Not - Chapter 1, Part 1 : I'll Never Like Him Anyway
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And it continues with the voice that I hated, "No! NO! NOO!" that's the new coach who is the 'hot' guy in the school. Only sixteen this year and girls from twelve to seventeen are drooling over him. PRACTICALLY drooling! Let me pick an example. Or maybe a few EXAMPLES... hmm...
I remember when Jesicca was staring at him, she walked right in to a wall... and she had to deal with a really bad nose bleed. Or! That time when Sandra FORGOT to swallow her mushroom soup before smiling at him, resulting in a disgusting wet front skirt. OR! OR! OR! That time when Sukie-Lee turned to wave at him during a tennis pratice and well, everyone can guess what happened next... anyway, she was in the hospital for two weeks after correcting her broken nose.
"Christabella? Hello?" I snapped out of my trance to see a really close hand waving in front of me, I jumped back a little. "My goodness Christabella! Can you stop day dreaming all the time??!!" I squeaked, "Yes?" he rolled his eyes, "That way, the opponent can just tap away your ball and say bye bye! Does you brain works?" he said, on the verge of exploding, adding with a cold stare.
I really, really, REALLY solemnly swear, I hate his guts and everything about him from the end of his strands of hair to the tip of his toenails back then. Let me describe his looks a bit. He's got:
A sidewave bangs, dark brown, bits of golden brown to be exact.
Straight teeth (damned I love straight teeth!)
Brown eyes with that warm feeling.
Straight nose and perfectly healthy skin.
I doubt he has issues with breakouts. No... I think he probably don't even know the existence of acne and pores. Guys his age are having an acne war with those puberty rage! Girls too!
Nope, he doesn't have that fairytale electric blue eyes in novels. Nope! he's not blonde! Nope! His voice isn't sexy, it just soothes me. That is my point of view now. Back then, the quietest peep from his lips was just plain irritating. I feel the urge to lay a fist on his perfectly straight nose whenever he spoke. As hard as my own arm lets me. Not because his nose makes me jealous, I just feel like hitting him. That was waaaaay back then.
Despite his to-die-for looks, his attitude was a tad LOT unbearable! Horrible! Impossible! Unthinkable! And all the "negative-able"! When he turned and stormed off the basketball court, I pulled funny faces at him which made everyone laugh. He turned back and shot me his icy-laser glare and that did it, everyone stopped laughing. Oh! By the way, did I mention that 13 out of the 15 girls on the team joined because of him?
The other two who didn't like him were Chrysantha and me. She's like, uh! My best-est friend forever! And! Like me, she hated him! A LOT!
"You've gotta defend! DE-FEND! And make use of your feet! You aren't a statue!" he ordered.
"I know! Rubberduck!" I shot, frustrated. I stared at him with as much hatred as I could muster then stormed off to my position. Don't ask me why I called him rubberduck. I don't even know why. But then, it irritated him a lot. So I called him that. Those girls started to giggle as his face turned beet-red.
"You better..." he mumbled. "Shut up, rubberduck!" I hissed.
Everyone went, "Ooo..."
WEINI
JOANNA - My Best Friend
I love him.
Plucking the petals of the rose he bought me confirmed that I love him. Or is it because I started off with "I Love Him"? But then again, why was I plucking the petals of the rose he gave me? Why did I accept it in the first place?
After I dumped my boyfriend and maybe got rejected once or twice, I told myself not to believe in love again. But he somehow still managed to sweep me of my feet. Or at least that's what they say.
I wasn't head over heels about him, but I definitely cared for him. And I'm sure he cared for me, too. I remember how we called each other names and end up not talking to each other the rest of the day; I remember how he would push me on the swing when I demanded to go higher; I remember how we could find fun in just running around in the porch; I remember how he borrowed his shoulder for me to lean on when I cried; I remember how I would react after he explained the solution to an algebra question. I was dumb; I was mischievous; I was a brat. Yet, he cared for me.
Things were so simple then. We were innocent, vulnerable......naive. But when puberty hit, we both realised that we're not of the same species. Things changed, but we were still close friends.
When I started dating guys, things got even worse. We stopped talking, stopped sitting together during lunch and even stopped acknowledging each other's existence. I don't know why, it just happened. And then I realised it was the cupid's dirty job when I found out he was secretly in love with me. It was because of the innocent four-letter word -- love.
After learning the truth, I decided to completely isolate myself from him. I made sure that I wasn't in the same bus as he is; I made every arrangement I could to make sure he wasn't in the same class as I am; I would avoid the hallway if he was there. I made every effort I could to disappear from his life. He is my best friend. He was my best friend. I couldn't love him that way. I didn't want to love him that way! I never did believe in childhood sweethearts.
Rumours spread that he was dating a freshman when we were sophomores. I was glad. Happy that he found someone who loves him back that way too; happy that I need not break his heart.
Everything was perfectly fine after that. We both somehow moved on to more mature conversations and no-nonsense jokes. Yes, it took me a whole lot of courage to face him and since then, we were buds again. Definitely no more mischievous antics, childish tantrums and pulling pranks on our not-so-favourite teacher. Things were undeniably more careful.
I still borrowed his shoulder once or twice; we still talk on the phone occasionally till late at night until someone dozes off first; he was still the more intellectual one and I was still the more rebellious one. Sometimes I wonder how did I end up being his best friend. We were total opposites, yet, the bestest mates one could ever imagine.
I guess he never did got over me. When I committed myself to my first relationship, he wasn't at all pleased. He didn't like the idea of me having two favourite guys. He wanted to be my one and only favourite guy. It only took me two seconds to realise that he was still in love with me.
God only knows why I broke up with my boyfriend to be with him. I wasn't in love with him at all. I knew I wasn't in love with him at all! But I felt oblige to feel so, we went through so much thick and thin!
The wind blew away the petals that were scattered on the table. I was still holding the stem. I held it to my heart. I let my heartbeat slow. Listening to the rhythm my heart beating, my breathing slowed eventually.
My conscience and I both agreed that he wasn't the one.
I went to my room, picked up the phone and dialled his number.
This is going to be a long night.
Plucking the petals of the rose he bought me confirmed that I love him. Or is it because I started off with "I Love Him"? But then again, why was I plucking the petals of the rose he gave me? Why did I accept it in the first place?
After I dumped my boyfriend and maybe got rejected once or twice, I told myself not to believe in love again. But he somehow still managed to sweep me of my feet. Or at least that's what they say.
I wasn't head over heels about him, but I definitely cared for him. And I'm sure he cared for me, too. I remember how we called each other names and end up not talking to each other the rest of the day; I remember how he would push me on the swing when I demanded to go higher; I remember how we could find fun in just running around in the porch; I remember how he borrowed his shoulder for me to lean on when I cried; I remember how I would react after he explained the solution to an algebra question. I was dumb; I was mischievous; I was a brat. Yet, he cared for me.
Things were so simple then. We were innocent, vulnerable......naive. But when puberty hit, we both realised that we're not of the same species. Things changed, but we were still close friends.
When I started dating guys, things got even worse. We stopped talking, stopped sitting together during lunch and even stopped acknowledging each other's existence. I don't know why, it just happened. And then I realised it was the cupid's dirty job when I found out he was secretly in love with me. It was because of the innocent four-letter word -- love.
After learning the truth, I decided to completely isolate myself from him. I made sure that I wasn't in the same bus as he is; I made every arrangement I could to make sure he wasn't in the same class as I am; I would avoid the hallway if he was there. I made every effort I could to disappear from his life. He is my best friend. He was my best friend. I couldn't love him that way. I didn't want to love him that way! I never did believe in childhood sweethearts.
Rumours spread that he was dating a freshman when we were sophomores. I was glad. Happy that he found someone who loves him back that way too; happy that I need not break his heart.
Everything was perfectly fine after that. We both somehow moved on to more mature conversations and no-nonsense jokes. Yes, it took me a whole lot of courage to face him and since then, we were buds again. Definitely no more mischievous antics, childish tantrums and pulling pranks on our not-so-favourite teacher. Things were undeniably more careful.
I still borrowed his shoulder once or twice; we still talk on the phone occasionally till late at night until someone dozes off first; he was still the more intellectual one and I was still the more rebellious one. Sometimes I wonder how did I end up being his best friend. We were total opposites, yet, the bestest mates one could ever imagine.
I guess he never did got over me. When I committed myself to my first relationship, he wasn't at all pleased. He didn't like the idea of me having two favourite guys. He wanted to be my one and only favourite guy. It only took me two seconds to realise that he was still in love with me.
God only knows why I broke up with my boyfriend to be with him. I wasn't in love with him at all. I knew I wasn't in love with him at all! But I felt oblige to feel so, we went through so much thick and thin!
The wind blew away the petals that were scattered on the table. I was still holding the stem. I held it to my heart. I let my heartbeat slow. Listening to the rhythm my heart beating, my breathing slowed eventually.
My conscience and I both agreed that he wasn't the one.
I went to my room, picked up the phone and dialled his number.
This is going to be a long night.
-End-
JOANNA
WEINI - I Love Him Not - Prologue: You Never Know
Fate is a funny thing.
You know that feeling? When you are so sure that you are right but then, in fact, you are wrong? You know that feeling? When you know that you know it, that you don't love him, that you will never love him, but deep in you heart, you know that you love him but you don't wanna admit?
That's what happened to me. I thought that he and I are impossible. I thought of him as a snobby-jerk. I thought I'd never love him and I took comfort in that. That nothing complicated will happen. But, when in life, you wish for something, it gives you something else. Because it can and it works that way. It'll give you what it thinks that's good for you. You just gotta accept and get used to it.
So I was wishing for my prince on a white horse with that brilliant shining armour made from pure silver (I'm money minded alright!) and a million-watt smile. He'd give me a seductive look and say, "Rawr!" everytime we meet. I wished he was everyone and anyone but him. Okay... I lied. I don't want him to do that seductive-look-and-RAWR thing. *shudders*
OKAY! Don't look at me like that! I lied again! I want that prince to be him! He's like the most handsome-st guy in school! Hello!?!? How can I resist THAT? I mean, some girls like me can dream right? I mean, there's no laws against day dreaming right! I get infatuated too you know!
Okay! Okay! ALL the girls are infatuated with him! Urgh! I'm crapping again! Let's just get the damn story started already!!!
WEINI
You know that feeling? When you are so sure that you are right but then, in fact, you are wrong? You know that feeling? When you know that you know it, that you don't love him, that you will never love him, but deep in you heart, you know that you love him but you don't wanna admit?
That's what happened to me. I thought that he and I are impossible. I thought of him as a snobby-jerk. I thought I'd never love him and I took comfort in that. That nothing complicated will happen. But, when in life, you wish for something, it gives you something else. Because it can and it works that way. It'll give you what it thinks that's good for you. You just gotta accept and get used to it.
So I was wishing for my prince on a white horse with that brilliant shining armour made from pure silver (I'm money minded alright!) and a million-watt smile. He'd give me a seductive look and say, "Rawr!" everytime we meet. I wished he was everyone and anyone but him. Okay... I lied. I don't want him to do that seductive-look-and-RAWR thing. *shudders*
OKAY! Don't look at me like that! I lied again! I want that prince to be him! He's like the most handsome-st guy in school! Hello!?!? How can I resist THAT? I mean, some girls like me can dream right? I mean, there's no laws against day dreaming right! I get infatuated too you know!
Okay! Okay! ALL the girls are infatuated with him! Urgh! I'm crapping again! Let's just get the damn story started already!!!
WEINI
SUMITRA - White Roses
Liam feels the shiny keys of the grand piano with his long fingers. Slowly, he takes a deep breath. And he begins. Soft music fills the room, filling its empty spaces with sound. Liam closes his eyes and lets his soul flow through his fingers. With every high note, Rosalie’s heart skips a beat. Liam’s hands moved so gracefully, so swiftly -like they were dancing. Sitting there, next to him, witnessing such beauty, Rosalie didn’t want to be anywhere else. As the music slowed, so does her heartbeat. The music stops and she catches her breath.
“What d’you think, Rosie?” Liam asks, practically gasping for air. Her smirk returns, however. “Eh, not bad” she shrugs.
“You thought it was fantastic, didn’t you?”
“Did not!”
“Did to! Look, your cheeks ‘ave gone red just listening to it!”
“Oh,” Rosalie gasped, covering both sides of her face with her hands, “Stop it, Liam!” And he does. For a moment, Liam glanced up to the ceiling and then, into Rosalie’s deep blue eyes. “You inspired me, you know” he says, almost whispering. “What?” she exclaims, now trying to hide her burning face more than ever. “The song, it’s called White Roses.” Liam answers, shifting in his seat. “Why call a song ‘White Roses’?” Rosalie asked, wondering how she could be related to a flower. Liam hesitates for a while and begins rubbing his sweaty palms together but finally says, “Well, you know, last summer, we were helping mum plant white roses in the back, and you told her how much you loved them and how they were your favourite so I…I thought it would be OK to make something special out of that bit of information, like a song -for you.” Rosalie could hardly believe her ears. All sorts of emotions were rushing through her, emotions she couldn’t fathom. “You thought it would be OK?”she croaked.
The room went silent. Liam could literally feel a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. And then, he felt soft lips pressed gently against the right side of his cheek.
***
It was summer and both children were in Miami with their families on a long holiday. “Did you take my goggles, Liam?” yelled Rosalie in her bathing suit, from across the hotel room.
“‘Course not, silly Rosie! Look, if you can’t find ‘em, go get new ones”
“But where?”
“Bet there’s plenty of ‘em in all those stalls down by the beach”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
“I suppose I will then”
“D’you want me to tag along?”
Rosalie scoffs, “What for?”
“You know,” he scratches the side of his head, “to make sure you’re safe…”
Rosalie laughs. “There’s no need, really. I’ll be 15 minutes.”
“Alright, meet me near the showers by the pool and we’ll do some laps. I’ll have you know, my backstroke’s improved!”
“We’ll see” she says as she reaches her hand out to turn the door knob. “Oh, Rosie, don’t you want to inform mum and-” But it’s too late. The door slams. Liam only shrugs, grabs his trunks and heads into the bathroom to change.
***
Rosalie crosses the street and makes her way to the colourful stalls. “Great galloping grandmothers, Liam was right! But I don’t see any goggles, perhaps I should keep looking?” she thinks as she explores deeper into the busy market. She searched everywhere, walking from stall to stall but nobody sold goggles there. “Stupid, Liam!” she exclaimed. Just as she was about to stomp back to the hotel, a tall, dark-eyed man blocked her way. “Hey, what’s a sexy girl like you doing here all alone?” he said. “Uh, excuse me, I really need to get back” she replied hurriedly, trying to move past him. But it was no use -he had friends. “Whoa, whoa, slow down there, missy, we can get you there in no time!” Rosalie hesitates, but then she thinks of poor Liam who’s waiting for her. “You wouldn’t mind?” she asks. Both ends of the man’s lips slowly curve upwards into an ugly smirk. “No,” he says, “Not at all.”
***
Liam waited and waited. He never even stepped into the pool. He just sat there by the water. Whenever someone passed by, or whenever he felt someone’s presence, he would turn his head to look, but every time he did, it wasn’t Rosalie. When it got dark, -and when the only person at the pool was Liam- his parents, including Rosalie’s went looking for him. When they finally found him, they questioned Rosalie’s whereabouts.
The police showed up a few minutes after that. Liam was questioned and they set out to search for Rosalie. When the search party reached the noisy marketplace, Rosie wasn’t there. But they kept looking, just hoping to find her. With every step he took, Liam hated himself more and more. Eventually, he stopped at a stall that had buckets and buckets of flowers and plants. He stopped at the sight of a white rose that had somehow, fallen onto the ground. He watched as a passerby stepped on it, leaving its beautiful white petals blemished with dirt and crushed by impact.
“ROSIE!” he yelled suddenly, in the middle of the crowd. “ROSALIE GIBBS! It’s Liam! We were friends ever since preschool, remember?! I make fun of you a lot! We built sandcastles, sang nursery rhymes real horribly and played hide and seek together. We used to wake up really early on Saturdays just to watch our favourite cartoons. You’re my best friend! And I’ve never told you this before but I think I might have feelings for you! I’ve been feeling this way for as long as I can remember! We’ve been looking all over for you and I’m really hungry so you better show yourself!” His voice softens, “I wrote a song for you, Rosie. Took me months to perfect it for you. Where are you, Rosalie?”
Liam fell on his knees, his face buried in his hands, weeping his heart out. Rosalie was gone. Suddenly, he felt something tap his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder and saw Mrs. Gibbs, standing behind him, tears streaming down her face. She put her arms around him and held him tight. But Liam broke free. He started running, and kept running as fast as his legs could take him. “Rosie” he thought.
“What d’you think, Rosie?” Liam asks, practically gasping for air. Her smirk returns, however. “Eh, not bad” she shrugs.
“You thought it was fantastic, didn’t you?”
“Did not!”
“Did to! Look, your cheeks ‘ave gone red just listening to it!”
“Oh,” Rosalie gasped, covering both sides of her face with her hands, “Stop it, Liam!” And he does. For a moment, Liam glanced up to the ceiling and then, into Rosalie’s deep blue eyes. “You inspired me, you know” he says, almost whispering. “What?” she exclaims, now trying to hide her burning face more than ever. “The song, it’s called White Roses.” Liam answers, shifting in his seat. “Why call a song ‘White Roses’?” Rosalie asked, wondering how she could be related to a flower. Liam hesitates for a while and begins rubbing his sweaty palms together but finally says, “Well, you know, last summer, we were helping mum plant white roses in the back, and you told her how much you loved them and how they were your favourite so I…I thought it would be OK to make something special out of that bit of information, like a song -for you.” Rosalie could hardly believe her ears. All sorts of emotions were rushing through her, emotions she couldn’t fathom. “You thought it would be OK?”she croaked.
The room went silent. Liam could literally feel a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. And then, he felt soft lips pressed gently against the right side of his cheek.
***
It was summer and both children were in Miami with their families on a long holiday. “Did you take my goggles, Liam?” yelled Rosalie in her bathing suit, from across the hotel room.
“‘Course not, silly Rosie! Look, if you can’t find ‘em, go get new ones”
“But where?”
“Bet there’s plenty of ‘em in all those stalls down by the beach”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
“I suppose I will then”
“D’you want me to tag along?”
Rosalie scoffs, “What for?”
“You know,” he scratches the side of his head, “to make sure you’re safe…”
Rosalie laughs. “There’s no need, really. I’ll be 15 minutes.”
“Alright, meet me near the showers by the pool and we’ll do some laps. I’ll have you know, my backstroke’s improved!”
“We’ll see” she says as she reaches her hand out to turn the door knob. “Oh, Rosie, don’t you want to inform mum and-” But it’s too late. The door slams. Liam only shrugs, grabs his trunks and heads into the bathroom to change.
***
Rosalie crosses the street and makes her way to the colourful stalls. “Great galloping grandmothers, Liam was right! But I don’t see any goggles, perhaps I should keep looking?” she thinks as she explores deeper into the busy market. She searched everywhere, walking from stall to stall but nobody sold goggles there. “Stupid, Liam!” she exclaimed. Just as she was about to stomp back to the hotel, a tall, dark-eyed man blocked her way. “Hey, what’s a sexy girl like you doing here all alone?” he said. “Uh, excuse me, I really need to get back” she replied hurriedly, trying to move past him. But it was no use -he had friends. “Whoa, whoa, slow down there, missy, we can get you there in no time!” Rosalie hesitates, but then she thinks of poor Liam who’s waiting for her. “You wouldn’t mind?” she asks. Both ends of the man’s lips slowly curve upwards into an ugly smirk. “No,” he says, “Not at all.”
***
Liam waited and waited. He never even stepped into the pool. He just sat there by the water. Whenever someone passed by, or whenever he felt someone’s presence, he would turn his head to look, but every time he did, it wasn’t Rosalie. When it got dark, -and when the only person at the pool was Liam- his parents, including Rosalie’s went looking for him. When they finally found him, they questioned Rosalie’s whereabouts.
The police showed up a few minutes after that. Liam was questioned and they set out to search for Rosalie. When the search party reached the noisy marketplace, Rosie wasn’t there. But they kept looking, just hoping to find her. With every step he took, Liam hated himself more and more. Eventually, he stopped at a stall that had buckets and buckets of flowers and plants. He stopped at the sight of a white rose that had somehow, fallen onto the ground. He watched as a passerby stepped on it, leaving its beautiful white petals blemished with dirt and crushed by impact.
“ROSIE!” he yelled suddenly, in the middle of the crowd. “ROSALIE GIBBS! It’s Liam! We were friends ever since preschool, remember?! I make fun of you a lot! We built sandcastles, sang nursery rhymes real horribly and played hide and seek together. We used to wake up really early on Saturdays just to watch our favourite cartoons. You’re my best friend! And I’ve never told you this before but I think I might have feelings for you! I’ve been feeling this way for as long as I can remember! We’ve been looking all over for you and I’m really hungry so you better show yourself!” His voice softens, “I wrote a song for you, Rosie. Took me months to perfect it for you. Where are you, Rosalie?”
Liam fell on his knees, his face buried in his hands, weeping his heart out. Rosalie was gone. Suddenly, he felt something tap his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder and saw Mrs. Gibbs, standing behind him, tears streaming down her face. She put her arms around him and held him tight. But Liam broke free. He started running, and kept running as fast as his legs could take him. “Rosie” he thought.
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