Grade 8 to Grade 10

Whoa there, stop. Tell me you didn't go to summer school and wasted your summer for nothing! I rued that I did in summer school when I was in my elementary year. I was somewhat glad I took summer school, when I took an English preview class for grade 8th class, because I had a glimpse of Charlotte once. My heart was pounding loud, so loud that I thought the whole school heard it pumping loud. I began to sweat, and my body heated up like I was about to get a heat stroke. Maybe I was just my imagination of seeing Charlotte, but I know my body was in heat. One of my classmates (let name her, Alexandra) looked at me, maybe, as if concerned. Ahem, that wasn't very pleasant.

Grade 8. The most horrific event, at least for now, that ever happened to me! I enrolled in the worse highschool. Its terrible reputation with gangsters, heartless teachers... UGH! It's like a maze that I had to plan ahead not to get lost and be late for lectures. I wished I did so I could be tardy or possibly skip the whole course, saying I was looking for the class the entire time!

I came with Alfred and her crush, Jan; we used to hang-out with each other with Value (if anyone wants to know where Value is or not, I'm telling anyways, Value was in the private school where religious people goes to. Yuck, right?) We met Jan though Mr. Young. He recommended us to make him feel welcome. We did more than just that. Then, After Jan opened up, Alfred opened up to Value and me that she had a second crush, Jan. I laughed so hard that my stomach ached. About three-four months after elementary graduation, we ended up meeting together in my place and played truth or dare. And how honest they were... Alfred confessed when she got to her turn and got rejected, though I'd say indirectly, and I found that cruel.

***Being an 8th grader, sigh... this going to be a long one... I'll be cutting bits and pieces here and there.***

A whole lot happened in just that three months. Let's start with Physical Health Education... I found an attractive girl. She's tall, very athletic, and was in more than three athletic sports clubs (well, I found that out later in the year, but man, I wished she joined the badminton club!), she had blue eyes, blonde (dirty blonde, maybe). And after that three months in the same P.H.E., I finally knew her name. Aryl. Man, it took me a while to tell it to my friends. Well, I was long over her even before I told my friends about it. Four months. Four months, I got over it. I had to search too. I had to search whether I loved her or not. This was not love because it's supposed to be a crush; if it only lasted for more than four months, we could call it love. Meaning I was still in love with Charlotte– how childish it was, now that I think about it. Fucking shit-hole it was.

Then this science fair thing happened! We had to look. We had to see what upper-level students had been doing. There, I fucking met Charlotte's sister! How did I know, you say? Because they look alike, and her sister's last name showed proof of it. That made me anticipate that Charlotte was going to go in this fucked up school. Oh, no... My heart wouldn't take this!

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Alfred. U shut your shitty mouth, please. Of course, I wouldn't say that to a friend. I would if they knew I was not innocent. Fucking stupid, really. I'm such a bad kid. A liar. She told me she saw Charlotte with some guy... Shit Alfred! Stop! I knew that she wasn't going to mine! I wished she was. You didn't have to tell me twice. Fuck Alfred! You knew I liked her! I told you when we were in grade 7 with Value and Jan! Fuckin' Asshole! I couldn't hate you. U, my friend. Just imagining that guy with Charlotte crumpled my heart. Words could not fathom this frustration and pain!

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Before graduating grade 8, I slightly remembered annoying Value to transfer to our highschool to hangout, and damn, my effort paid off when she took an application form to move transfer in. And how fucked I was for doing that... I influenced her to do many terrible things from our group of the circle - I only invited her, the was the others.

Shit, shit, shit. I was getting influenced more than I wanted to. Shit! I hate it! They stab. They hurt! I see them, laughing, chatting, stabbing knife on their back when they let their guard down. It wasn't charming how I survived. Horrible. How did I survived and pretended to be aloof while always seeing and not seem to avoid bumping into Charlotte? Not literally. It just so happens that I often saw her in the morning, at lunch, and while going home. Shit, I lost count of how many times my heart would stop beating and ached to pump again.

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February.

I felt bad for Value, though I was still in grade 9. I planned on transferring when our counselor, Mrs. Edge, talked about our course of choice. I loved computers. I didn't like my parents. I didn't liked this shitty school. And I wouldn't say I like how I see Charlotte and not being able to talk to her. I also didn't particularly appreciate seeing my ex-crushes.

I saw that opportunity to transfer to the right school. The most prominent school in Vancouver! Programming, computer science, networking, Linux, hardware, and software courses. That's heaven right there! I consulted our grade counselor to help get the form to transfer into Klleanrey High. My friends heard about the news of me moving. I'd be so damned if I believed they would miss me... Well, movin' on!

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My sister and mother introduced me to a religious family. I wasn't a religious person; you could say I was an atheist. I was gullible. Hell, I was too naive. But it gave me hope to make up with my parents. It gave me hope to be happy. Well, I was so glad. Yup. Yup. And yup, that's a lie. I wished it weren't.

LIES. This family was bunch of hypocrites.

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Around May or April, 2018

There was a festival. It's a final farewell for me because I was leaving. It was a final farewell for Charlotte. All the grade eights, nines, and tens played games. Charlotte was an eighth-grader. There were groups of 4 teams with specific colors. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. I was on the green side. She was also on the green side. I was delighted. Ugh. I couldn't explain it. My eyes were dilating; my hands were sweating, my body heated up, my feelings were all over the place! I was sitting on the bench. I was sitting next to Charlotte.

My body was stiff, very, very rigid. I may had blushed! One time where she finished a game... I reached out and cheered. I courageously talked to her, in my head, I was squealing in excitement and screaming anxiously, and gave her a hi-five. I gave her a hi-five, could you believe that?! I touched her! Her hands were small, soft, and our palms held there for a long beat either because she thought I would quickly pull away or she was tired. She wasn't really an athletic person, but she was a fast runner compared to me. But, god, that touch... I would NEVER WASH MY LEFT HAND AGAIN! GO, GREEN JOKERS! Go to hell, you GREEN minded perverts! And I meant me. I did, unfortunately, washed my hands.

Ugh... What sucks more, going to a foreign school, meeting strangers, or meeting someone whom you thought knew you but didn't and embarrassed yourself because you assume that that person would at least help you not get lost...? I think we all knew what it was. On the bright side, I knew a few! I saw one bully from my elementary school (whom I avoided as much as possible judging from the fact that I didn't mention him at all in previous chapters), I met an old friend, whom I forgot to say that I met her when I was grade 6 with Jan Mea, she was an amusing friend. Yeah, and that person – let's not talk about that person.

God, I already miss Charlotte!