LOVE

Chapter 1

Hey! I wonder the number of people out there who relish “You make me wonna rearrange the alphabet, so I could put U next to letter I” as their prized line of Samini’s song “MY OWN”. My narrative begins from the memories I relive at age 14, in a class where everybody gripped with happiness as they eyeballed a fellow cohort displaying discomfort owning to an event where the martyr was punished was this dark fascinating 13 year old girl, whose eyes were alluring like that of morning stars, no wonder I saw my world perfectly in them. Her smile was a pivotal cause for my going early to school every day, the sight of her was a decisive beget for my smile. I on the other hand was one of the flagrant students the class bore, most notably in the instance of adorning shabbily and also stupid students. I kept my admiration to myself, this action was affirmed by my lack of the nerve to make known my feelings for her. It was everyone in the class's happy expectation to hear the bell ring for the second break. As someone becomes subjected to a barrage of cruel remarks under the pretense of being teased After being treated to a sapid lunch. Oh my goodness, they were the heydays. Regarding my crush, I realized I had to take action if I wanted her to pay attention. And so, as things stand, I made the decision to treat my studies seriously and, become if not the top student, then at least one of them. This concept was challenging because it was practically impossible to outperform the class's smart minds. I used to think to myself, "Oh man, beating Degor and Bessewah would be a reality in a different life time."I wasn't mistaken, of course; despite my best efforts, I was unable to overpower them, so I adopted a different strategy. This time, instead of focusing on being the best overall, I chose to excel in one academic subject called "Integrated Science." I eventually became known as the class's top student in science after facing a number of difficulties. After all of this, She didn't even bother to look at me twice or even pretend to be interested. It was clear her mind and heart were far away from a love tale, knowing this, I still lacked the confidence to tell her how I felt. I remember feeling lost and unsure of what to do at the time because I was afraid to tell my parents "wow," the thought of that still sends shiver down my spine even till this day, and I also couldn't tell my friends out of fear of becoming a subject of mockery.

It is said that neither time nor tide waits for a man. As time passed and I grew increasingly unable to tell her I loved her, I at last wrote the final examinations that would graduate me from middle school. On the other hand, fate did me no good because She was accepted to a high school located a long way away.

As a freshman in high school, I wasn't always the most popular or smartest, but I definitely started making a lot of enemies for myself by responding to seniors in a snarky manner and being unnecessarily obstinate. I remember an incident from my first day—actually, my first 20 minutes—on campus. An infamous senior, whom I was yet to know mostly for his modifier "infamous"—asked me why I wasn't going to lunch because it was time, and I simply answered him by asking the same question again in a derisive manner.