Making the first move

I am prompted to approach him. And yes, I made the first move. "My name is Macy, and you? (with a friendly smile)

He smiled too. "Marko." (extending his hand to shake)

For a few seconds, our eyes meet. Honestly it is just a casual introduction in the first day of class. But For some reason, I am quite expecting to be more closer with this boy.

As days passed by, I begun observing him. I realize he is so brainy, yet shy. I was amazed with his handwriting too. I am embarassed if he will see mine. I am a girl but my handwriting is so bad. Way back then, no matter what effort I try, the result is the same. May penmanship is worst. I am so slow in writing every word just to make it extra neat and readable. Wow! I can't avoid to compare the difference. As I am thinking out of the blue, I don't notice that someone was already beside my seat. "For you, Mace." He is giving me a snack. I don't noticed that it's a recess time. Maybe he thought that I don't have a money to buy for my food that's why he shares his snack with me. I reluctantly accepted it, "Thank you. I will treat you next time."

After 15 minutes, Our Filipino Teacher Mrs Alberto entered the room. And immediately: "Please get your paper, we'll have a quiz for today!" Everyone is busy, and even asking their neighbor a paper. I found mine inside my notebook, well prepared. I settled immediately while waiting for my teacher's further instruction. I observed my fellow classmates, scanning their notes for last minute. I know they want to get a perfect score. They are the most competetive and diligent classmates of mine.

"Pls, exchange the paper. move it to the right five times, 1.2.3.4.5..." (Mrs. Alberto instructed)

It's time now for recording, as I heard my name, I heard a gentle voice: "20." (It's Marco) And everyone says, "Wow!!! perfect." Mrs. Alberto smiles as she looks at me. I didn't know that she can recognize me, considering that it's been few weeks since the class begun.

I am joyful inside to think that Marco is the one who checked my paper, and I never fail to impreased him. "Yeah.!" But wait, "My hand writing. shocks."

"Wow, you are so bright. The only perfect score, while everyone of us only got passing score." (That was a first compliment from him. I was moved)

That night, I can't sleep for some reason. I can't wait until morning because I am looking forward of another joyful day in school.