Kringggg..
The bell is ringing, as I just started putting down my pen on the desk. Miss Analyn is giving us her the last task for today's English class.
'Let's go, Anne', Syai my seating partner in class asked me. 'Do you have extra money today?', I tried to put up with her. She nod and smirk. Yeap. Shes one of the girls in class that I befriend because of her wit and wise. She is wise, when it comes to giving advice for her one-and-only-problematic-friend😂.
We walk together pass the main hall in the middle of our school building. 'What are they doing?'. I asked Syai, as we stop amd watched few students practicing on the stage. 'Madam Julia said it is for the upcoming talent show. So they are practicing for it. Why cant talent be discovered just that, without any pre-show practice? Isnt that what talent are all about?'.
Hahaha. I laughed out loud as I heard that, bit I didnt bother to answer. We continue until we reach our usual spot in the canteen.
'Anne, youve got letter', Bree hands me the letter in her hand. Bree is my another friend, yet Im not that close to her. She put on her headphone as start drinking her cold Cola, with smoked chicken burger. This girl never bother about her health at all, as she always said a netballer will never get fat.
This school is where I recieve my formal elemantary lesson ever since we moved here from my old hometown.
I left that place with many memories, my friends, even few of our family members still live there. How I miss my time there with my friends, when autumn came, we collected the fallen leaves and whoever collected them the most, win.
'Cheeky smile! And may we know what cause that dangerous smile of yours?', Aubrey join our table. I smile again at her, just pretending not to pay attention to her question.
Fifteen minutes has passed since we sat together at the table. Aubrey told us that she will be going on vacation with her family this summer holiday and she asked us to spend time with her before their departure.
Bree and Syai will be around during the holiday, and we plan to work part time in the town.
'Okay, lets go. Our beloved principle will be announcing about the summer holiday class and all', I grab my bag and move faster ahead, leaving my friends behind as I heard them screaming my name and run.
The blue envelope letter is still in my hand, carefully saved in my jeans' pocket. I knew who the recipient are, feel a little bit excited and yes, Im hiping his letter to arrive a little bit sooner.
I have song in my head, and pink clouds started to appear, I smile and cant wait to read it at home.
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Ive known him since I was litte. We used to play together, with Shawn, Delilah and Rosey at Nanny Thompson's house. Mrs Thompson lives alone and she is so kind to be our nanny. Our parents mostly working and she is like a hero to them .
I still can remember the smell of her freshly baked scon and white bread, with chocolate spread and strawberry jam when I arrived at her home.
Zayn usually the first one to arrive and also the one who go home later than us. His father works at a place a bit far from ours. He always has this handsome smile even when he was 10 at that time. His hair already combed neatly by his mother before he came.
He greeted us with his smile and bright face. His mother is a teacher at nearby kindy.
'Anny, come take your seat and have aome bread. You like the chocolate spread right? Ill make you one. After that, Ill work all of you to school', she offered me a chair next to Delilah, and across Zayn.
'Thank you, Mrs Thompson. Your bread is scrumptious and soft', I smile and take the seat. She gave me her motherly smile and make me one chocolate toast.
We talked and we laughed together, eat, pray and read together at Nanny Thompson's house. At that time, I really fall in love with reading materials especially books. Our nanny usually will read us some stories before our evening nap, and that time I always curious on how it would feel to be a character inside the book.
'Nanny, Can I be a book reader one day?', I asked curiously.
'Oh yes. You can. It is more interesting if you could read the book that you write. It will give a life to that book, and people around you will also be motivates by it'. She looked at me brightly.
I remembered go back to our house, asked mama to buy me a pen and journal book. 'What story will you read Anne?', Zayn asked me durimg recess at school. How on earth did he remember aboit it?
'Dont know yet. But hopefully I can write about our small town, and our beautiful friendship that occurs here', I watched hil looking outside the window. Zayn is 2 years older than me. In fact,Shawn and Rosey also 2 years older than me.
Only Delilah is a year older than me. They always teased me. because of by braided hair or my ponytail. I told mama not to do that to my hair bit she said i look beautiful with them.
The truth ia, I had always have a crush on Zayn eversince we were little. I just like him. Not because of his kind personality, or his achievement in school but I just like him
I tried very hard to make sure he did not notice me being all over him when we gather around. I try not to remember his smile before I sleep. I try not to show all the writing that I wrote about him in my diary.
He is a person that will never be with me. Im a normal girl with an ordinary dream. He is ao much more than me. So, at that time I will keep him as my first crush, my first person that i liked too much and always be in my heart.
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'Take care Anne', he patted my hair gently, while his parents waiting for him.in the car. I tried to hold my tears, and smile as usual. He aso hugged Nanny Thompson and Shawn. He shook hands with Deli and Rosey.
I watched him from a far. Deep doqn, I really want to tell him how I really feel. For once, even Im just 10 at that time, I really want to tell him everything. How am I gonna go through life with this feeling weighing my heart?
'Keep in touch', I yelled and waive him goosbye. 'Sure!! I will miss you Anne!!' he waived back.
Tears coming down fast and hot, as hot as my aching heart.
Dear Zayn,
Im going to tell you someday about my feelimg. Hence, please wait for me as I will wait for you. May God take care of you, you who had stole my heart.
Anny.
I put down my old diary.
Ten years ago. I somehow
