Being the head of a class when she was in secondary school was not much different from being a class leader when she was in elementary school. The class leader's job is not very heavy, it is just a few odd jobs, like putting Quyen under house arrest and urging her to do some classwork. For someone with experience like Bich Quyen, these jobs are not difficult. At puberty, due to psychophysiological changes, the preference to express yourself is also natural. That's why a serious class leader like Quyen is guilty of many people. To be honest, she was a class leader for a while and had no voice in the class. A group of male students always considered her dead, causing a lot of trouble for Bich Quyen. No less than ten times, she was called to the principal's office along with the class headteacher because a class member was being overly naughty.
In the eyes of Bich Quyen, Nguyen Tung Lam, the naughty friend in her class, is not really bad. Perhaps, at an age where he needs guidance in many aspects, he needs to be given more attention. Unfortunately, Lam's family did not allow him to receive those things. The parents divorced; the mother belonged to the object of danger to society. From an early age, Lam lived with his grandparents. The grandparents are old and cannot always follow the hyperactive grandson. The inner workings of raising Lam are also a huge problem for the two grandparents. With no one to manage, Lam, self-employed and acquainted with the people in the village, learned the habit of talking with his fists, unruly. He was like that. No one could teach Lam. Not even Mrs. Tuyet wanted to accept him as a student in his class anymore. The principal called the two of them to talk, saying only a few sentences about the fact that he would have to warn Lam about the school.
- Bich Quyen! Please help me give this paper to Tung Lam. By the end of this week, when he is in class, I will issue a school warning report to Lam.
Mrs. Tuyet handed her a piece of paper, above which read, "School warning to Nguyen Tung Lam, student of grade 6B." She looked at the paper, biting her lips tightly together, wanting to open her mouth to give Lam a word or two, but did not know how to say it. Lam hitting people is real. Lam violating the rules many times is also real. One by one, it was his doing. She couldn't say any more. Earlier, when she didn't know what Lam had done to the next-door student, she gave her friend a sentence or two. But when she found out, Tung Lam hit people so hard that she had to get two stitches. She couldn't say anything anymore. He accepted the paper, the only "yes" one, and went back to class.
- Look, our puppet class monitor is back.
Just in time for the class, Tung Lam made fun of her. To him, Bich Quyen is no different from a scarecrow, always listening to the teacher without expressing any opinion. But Lam never knew how many times she had stood before the school board with the class's headteacher asking for one more revision. However, any defect, even with repairs, cannot be corrected.
- Mrs. Tuyet asked me to give it to you.
Tung Lam looked at the school warning paper, scornfully accepted it, and tore it apart in front of everyone. In his eyes, it was nothing more than a piece of paper, not worth paying attention to. What the hell is the school warning? At the very most, he is out of school. He is not afraid at all.
- You are the class monitor, but you can't protect your classmates. Are you a paper scarecrow? "
Lam stood up, slammed Bich Quyen's shoulder with his hand, and walked out of the class. Amid her staring eyes and small murmurs, she just quietly sighed and returned to her seat. Tung Lam had been studying with her since elementary school, and because of his personality, she could understand a portion of what he was saying. Of course, he didn't like her, so she didn't force Lam to take a different view of her. No matter how people look, they want to be judged as well. One thing she's always thought about is that it's never something she'll regret later. Whether or not others know what you've done, you don't care. People don't just trust people; they won't trust them. They didn't like each other, and no matter what they said, it didn't change the way they looked at themselves.
It's been a while, and it's already the first-semester exam. Grade 6B is the school's choice class, so the achievements of the students in the class will always have to bear witness to the achievements of the class, usually in the grade. Because of that, everyone is much busier, everyone buries their heads in the review, and, of course, Bich Quyen is not an exception. In recent days, seeing her daughter go home and bury her head at the school table, Mrs. Huong has also been very worried. When the final exam of the first semester is completed, Quyen also has to participate in the school's English proficiency contest. As a mother, Mrs. Huong is very afraid of her daughter being exhausted, sitting all day burying her head in school like that, not going crazy.
- Quyen, Tuan is looking for you, my child.
- Yes.
She put the pen down on the table and rushed back to receive the phone call. She is a sixth-grader, but she doesn't have her own phone. Mr. Tu also wanted to buy his daughter a phone, which is still convenient for communicating things, but his wife didn't think that way. She said their daughter was young so that she could use her phone so early that she would spoil her.
- What's wrong, Tuan? What did you call me?
- I'm going to have an outdoor barbecue tomorrow. Do you want to eat with me?
- Did Aunt Linh invite me?
- No, no. I invite you.
- Is that okay? You invited me yourself, Aunt Linh didn't scold.
- My mother knows you will be there, maybe even happy. Whatever it is, you'll come to my house tomorrow at 5 p.m.
- If I can, I'll come. I'm not sure. Otherwise, I'll ask my mom to text you.
She hung up, and she still wondered if she should go or not. Partly because this is the home of Tuan, they go to eat together, which is not allowed. The rest is because she still has many unfinished assignments and is afraid that she won't be able to do them in time. Mrs. Huong watched her daughter keep frowning her eyebrows, and came to pat her on the shoulder. When Tuan called, he told her that she had already agreed. The house party was just the two sides of the family; there was no one. Besides, in recent days, Mrs. Huong has always seen Quyen bury her head in school, sometimes going out a little to relax her mind. Hearing her mother say that, she said "yes" a word and then went back to the room. If she had intended to go to her best friend's house for dinner, she should also quickly complete her homework, avoids being cornered, and in tears will not run out of those exercises.
- How's it going, baby? Does Bich Quyen agree?
- I'm not sure, but tomorrow aunt Huong and uncle Tu will also come. I'm sure she will come too.
Hearing his mother ask that, Tuan put the phone on the desk, with his chin smiling. Since the story of Tung Lam, Bich Quyen has always been not really good. He was afraid that his best friend, because of Lam's story, was not happy and just buried herself in school like that. She died. That outdoor barbecue was something he told his mother to do as if to help Quyen go out and change her mind a little.
Mrs. Linh laughed. Among her son's friends, Bich Quyen is the one she cherishes the most. A person who is both cute and clever at studying and doesn't like it. There were times when she thought that if Quyen was her daughter-in-law, she would definitely love her to the fullest. In fact, Mrs. Linh soon realized Bich Quyen's feelings for him, but she did not say anything. Firstly, she did not want to expose Quyen. Quyen was a girl and would be embarrassed. Second, she thinks there are things that, if you discover yourself, you will cherish for a lifetime. She really wanted Tuan to see the love that Quyen had for him. But her son was so stupid. Bich Quyen showed it to him so clearly, but he couldn't see it. Make her and Mrs. Huong stay behind to urge them. The part of being a parent is not fun, either.
- Will Quyen come tomorrow? You look happy.
Mr. Le Hoan, Mrs. Linh's husband and also Tuan's father, looked at his wife in the clouds. She'd been smiling all this time, so he guessed part of the reason was It was true that only the neighbour's daughter could make his wife so happy.