I was in the 6th grade. He wasn’t the guy I REALLY liked but I
convinced myself this was the man for me.
He sat in front of me and we exchanged notes. I went too far with my notes. In the 5thgrade I wrote a note to
Peter Celmer. On the outside of it I
wrote, “Please answer or someone’s heart will break.” It had a lot of hearts on
it. When he asked if I wrote it, I said “No.” He ripped it up and was incredible
relieved. But this time I think it
started with, “Who do you like?” I
believe he asked first. This went on and
on. “Is there anything you don’t like
about me?”, I wrote.. He showed it to Terry in front of him and she turned
around and looked at me and said, “Christine!!!” He didn’t answer except with a
“No”. When I finally asked if he liked
me, he wrote, “Yes.” all over the paper.
It looked like “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” He pointed out that I needed to stop writing
him notes as we were supposed to do our assignment. I said to myself “This is love and more
important than the ASSIGNMENT. " So, it
was on. I told my best friend at the
time and I don’t know if it interested her very much. He said he would call and over the weekend he
did. I told my parents and brothers
about my boyfriend. That was the
best. I got to tell them that this guy
“LIKED ME”. When he called he asked what I wanted to talk
about and I said, “Have you read any good books lately?” After this two minute phone chat, we hung up
and I immediately called my friend. Then
the extent of our relationship was writing notes. One
girl who also liked him stood in front of me before we walked in the school one
morning. We had to stand in line until
the teachers let us in. She made fun of
me from time to time. Today she took my purse and went through it. I didn’t stop her and acted like it didn’t
bother me until she got to the compartment where the note was. Those notes were gold. We folded them in a way that made them look
like a package in the shape of a triangle. It was what I sweated the night before, so I got the purse back before she saw it.She would have
read it and showed it to everyone.
Dodged that bullet. Around that time,
the kids in our class changed the seating and the timid teacher let us. We were in two semi circles. The teacher could see everything we did with
this set up. Almost everything. Everyone sat very close to
one another. My lover was further
away. And then it happened. One of the real popular girls walked over to
me and held up the note he had written her.
“Tell Christine I don’t like her anymore.” It was over.
And why was everyone calling me, “Christine”? The popular girl seemed so disinterested when she showed me the note. The bully later said something about us being
together and I said I wasn’t. “Then why
did you write him all those notes?” My
father and I saw him walking by our house and I said something to the effect
that I didn’t like him anymore. My
father wasn’t buying it. “Well, you
certainly liked him before!!” My father
did not like it that I was brushing my hair more and trying to look as good as
I could. “I know why you’re doing
that. It’s that guy you like.” My brothers teased me about him and I wished
that I hadn’t told my family or friends and could have done this on my
own. But I hadn’t. I was 11 years old and no man in my life. I needed revenge. There was no way I could do anything without
the teacher seeing us in our semi circles.
So, I took the spring out of my pen and waited until the teacher didn’t
see. My ex was in front of me and to the
right.. Everyone’s head was down working
on something. I couldn’t let them see…
BULLSEYE. I pinched the little spring on
both ends and let it go. It got him in
the back. I kept my head down and I
could see out of my peripheral vision that he felt it and turned around and
never knew it was me. I didn’t tell
anyone. There was no drama. It was over.
Ahh….
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