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Chapter 8 - Significance of memories...

The next day I was pumped up with so much energy like I could build a whole skyscraper alone. Afterall being trapped in the prison called 'home' is really hard. As I boarded the bus, I saw Robin. At that moment I could literally cry after seeing him after so many days but I kept calm. I'm unusually getting used to this feeling. I tried to take a seat next to him or behind him but they were all filled up so I sat three seats ahead of his.Today's morning was filled some filthy senior gossip and as usual Robin was a member too. I pretended to avoid the gossip but I was eavesdropping each and every word they were saying. I heard someone saying something about Robin. As far as I could hear and make up from their whispering words, I heard that Robin is into some other girl now. Someone who is really prompt figured and flirty. I even heard them telling him that that girl must be interested in Robin too, as he is really handsome and charming; they were true indeed at this point. But waitwaitwait, wasn't Robin already having a girlfriend, the girl whom I saw the other day? Is he flirting around girls all the day? I didn't expect him to be the playboy -type. I don't want him to be. I was kinda saddened so to keep me away from his thoughts I was engaged with my friends the whole day.So later in the afternoon during lunchtime at school I noticed someone familiar in the canteen.I'm pretty sure that I have not introduced her yet, but here it is now(drumrolldrumrolldrumroll): Miss Veronica Lynn Patterson, the girl with the honourable title of "The most flirtiest girl of the entire school campus".So here is a bit of backstory: So Miss Veronica Lynn Patterson and I used to be very close friends. We were hanging out in each others house and doing crazy stuff together. I don't know if it's high school or is it me, but somehow time has drifted us apart. It somehow feels like even till yesterday we were friends but now we're not. And me calling her by her entire name along with an honorific is just an example of how close we were and how far we are now. But somehow I felt like talking to her, so I went near her table,made myself comfortably sitted and then approached a faint, "Hey!"

She was confused by my sudden confrontation but somehow managed to reply with a "Hi". At this point I was about to give up the conversation because I was never someone who would extend their hands first in nearly everything and even in a conversation. But yet something kept me up today so I managed to gather some hope up and started,"So how's it going?"

She gave a quiet answer,"Fine. What about you?"

I replied, "Yeah fine too."

And there was a awkward silence between us till she broke in and said, "So, Alleisa Franklin, what are you here for?"

At that moment a panic stroke inside me. After hearing my name in her voice after so many years really feels weird. In that exact moment I could feel the distance between us even when she is just across the table.

I said, "Well,nothing important but just wanted talk to you casually."

She said, "Ohhhhhk then, let's first grab something to eat"

"Okay"

I grabbed a vegan burger and she picked up her favourite mac n cheese fritters.

"So can we exchange our numbers?" I asked.

"Sure,why not?" she replied

And so we did. Throughout the lunch break we talked about our childhood memories and parents and just girly stuff.It is today that I learnt how easy it is to enstrange people but how tough it is to enstrange their memories. Even though I know the number saved in our phones will never be called to or texted to very often,but it is that hope that still remains. When I hear stories from my father and mother of their school life and about their friends, I could see the light and glimmer of their youth days in their watery eyes and how special it was to them. That is what encourages me to do crazy stuffs with my friend that even after we are separated by fate and time, we could still have those fragments of memories in our life to share them with our children.