Three

Three

  Now fifteen, he found himself in a different class. Starting all over again seemed a little easier when fate put you in a different environment to be in. It felt new, it felt good. It didn't take very long before he met some new people he enjoyed being around, one of which was special. At a workshop the school organised, it was then he first spoke to this new girl. She was different from the rest in his class, and he knew that with the first few words they exchanged that he could tell her many things and she'd understand. She wrote his name on his shoe with a silver pen at the workshop, it made him smile. She made him smile. Before long they had soon become great friends, web-camming with one another, looking at each other with their white spectacles and smiling each time they looked each other on screen. He told her many things, of which included his feelings towards a girl from another class. This girl he had known from the age of thirteen, he thought he knew her enough. He thought. The girl had told him to wait till the end of their years in this school and perhaps she'd be his by then. However, through the third year of secondary school, they spoke less, and he spoke more to this new girl, telling her practically everything on his mind. Into the tenth month of the schooling year, the girl came back to tell him that he would have to stop waiting for her, for she was not to be his. At that point in time however, though it seemed to hurt, the boy felt less hurt than he had expected, for through all this time, another girl was the one that had kept that smile on his face. As close as he was to this girl, that day as told her through instant message about what had happened, the girl gave him this reply," I'm so sorry to hear that. You can contact me if I can help you with anything alright? ". He left his computer for a bit and went to lay on his bed. He didn't shed a tear, he didn't hide under his blanket. He stared at the ceiling, and he smiled. He felt appreciated, he felt happy that someone cared, someone who he hadn't even known that long for. He thought to himself that perhaps he had not even been looking properly, for this girl seemed like the girl of his dreams, and yet with all their conversations, he knew her heart lie somewhere else, with her newly acquainted boyfriend, a year above his. He kept mum, glad she was happy, glad that this friend he had known for less than a year and yet cared so much was pleased with her life.

  A few months passed and like his own relationship, her relationship came to an end for reasons he knew not. A new year was coming,  a messy year was waiting.