Chapter two: I don't want to cry
"Alright, class. Who will next offer up their most prized possession?" Our values teacher enquired.
What is today's topic?
Which gift has been the most meaningful to you, and why?
Joseph, a classmate of mine, got up. He likes Nerissa, our top student, this first grading, by the way.
I was expected to be the best pupil. Unlike her, I take a lot of absences, don't complete work, and don't participate in extracurricular activities.
YES!
My subject teacher in math and physics favorite is me. I received 95 out of 100, thus the other subjects were dropped and I didn't flunk. My math instructor Sir Rosales, though, once caught my attention when he brought up my name.
"To gain friends, you don't have to act as though you know nothing." He claimed that as soon as he saw my cuticles were black, same like those of my classmates who were guys at the back, I folded my hand to cover it up.
Okay, here's something else about me,
My male friends included some musicians. With Charmaine, my best friend, Janice, Brenda, Mylene, Joan, and Cecile, we are the last row of eight males and seven girls. The lads include drummer Raymond, bassist AJ, guitarist Carlo, and singer Kean. Mylene, Carlo's girlfriend, is attractive and the object of many males' group members' obsessions, including Kean, my close friend. The three extras are John, Mark, and Steve. On occasion, I play guitar and jam with them.
When Joseph started speaking, I was unable to understand him.
Well, I don't give a damn!
Like usual, I was brooding and waited for someone to pass by to excite me while gazing out the window.
Janice started crying as she wiped her tears away with a tissue, which caught me off guard.
What is her issue?
I cast a quick glance toward the students and, my God!
More surprising still is the scene!
Joseph is sobbing.
What on earth just happened?
He held his face and rubbed his eyes all over, he was too big to cry like that.
But what is the priceless gift that enters his life?
"My father-given watch," the speaker said. He continued sniffing as he spoke. The only sound was Joseph's cry, and everyone was silent.
Our class was silent for the very first time.
What a wonder!
Is that as a result of Joseph's strong feelings?
I don't believe so, no.
Our teacher's inexperience is undoubtedly to blame; she appears to have recently graduated from the board.
Stunning, seductive, and fair skinned. That's why when she initially entered our room, my foolish classmates—especially the boys—almost drooled.
At least it was now calm, at last.
Back to Joseph, who is still experiencing a phase in his life.
Still, I don't give a damn. Leave him be.
What is the most crucial item I got, given that I can never relate to the subject?
Nothing...
Our Values subject's hour-long dramatic moment is now over.
Great!
Like in dramas, I can hear most of the girls crying.
Who follows tomorrow?
Oh God! It was me!
I'VE DIED!
Whaaaaaaaaa
What! Will I also cry?
I'd rather not!
However, I already know the answer to the issue before my head starts to hurt from thinking about it.
My answer is easy to understand.
I won't be here tomorrow. Why?
Well, that's because my stomach hurts!
"Hey Meg, what are your thoughts?" Janice enquired. Tomorrow, we will both share a precious item.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
"Why can't you go ahead of me? She asked for.
Seriously? Is that what she anticipates from me tomorrow?
"I can't think of anything," I said.
I haven't cried in five years.