In my league..

In this part of the story, i am going to tell you about a gorl whom i genuinely liked, but it wasn't exactly my idea of a partner. But I found a way to connect myself with her, like I was getting along with my own.

It's rare to find a girl who is in the same league as you. Like as if you are looking yourself through a mirrored dimension. She came to school as a transfer from another school in the same neighbourhood. Our school had a reputation for being a great example of care and support. Our teachers were really compassionate and talented in their fields, and that's how it got It's reputation. Which is why she was transferred into our school. From the first moment she entered the classroom, there was something odd about her. She was a shy girl with a mysterious and silent personality. She rarely spoke to anyone and sat down at the last bench. She was quite good in her studies but lacked communication skills. In more than one way, she was a direct replica as me.

But I knew from the very start, just by looking at her eyes, that she wasn't exactly what she showed. She was holding back. Maybe a secret, but what could be her secret?

It seemed as if she was observing every little movement around her. Listening to whatever people would say or do. She looked like a spy, straight out from a secret agents movie. But it was obvious in my eyes that there was something that she was trying to hide. And I would get to know about this in the most uncertain way.

It was on one of our English classes, and our teacher was talking about a paragraph on parents. She was asking about our dad's and how they provide for the family. And all of a sudden, her eyes stood still, conveying a message to save her. What could be the secret?

As the teacher asked her about her father, she told her that her dad died a year ago due to a heart attack. Now she lives with her mother at their grandparents' house.

Poor soul, I never felt so deeply saddened and affected. I can't imagine living without a father. She was only a teenager. Her secret broke me, I just couldn't shake the feeling. I felt a sense of sympathy for her. Man, it would have been really difficult to rub the family without her father. And not to mention the financial issues.

I don't know for sure if I liked her or just was sympathetic towards her. Anyway, her silent personality was a beacon for my likings of her. I remember a group project we had to do together alongside other students. And I really liked the way she was in a similar personality as me. As if shy girl meets shy boy type situation. She had to be a strong woman, for she had to shift school, sit for a half yearly exam, and change her house, all within a span of one year. That too, when her father died. Her strong personality and her similarities with me bound me to her.

Through our project, we got to know each other well and soon became friends. Her silent and introverted nature really was making me more curious to know her, to understand her. As the year ended, I found myself constantly daydreaming about her. I really like how she spoke or how simple she looked. Not too baggy, or shaggy, just an introverted girl with humble life. And I guess that's why I used to like her so much.

And then, all of a sudden, she decided to change her school, and I don't know if that was ever true or not. It was on her last class at this school. and coincidentally, it was the end of the final exam. As she went away, I found a piece of paper that she left for me. I didn't notice it at first, but one of my friends later told me that it was her, who left this note on my bench. As I went home and later opened it, I saw it was a number. I doubted the chance of her giving her number to me. Anyway, it was the last time I saw her, and I dropped the idea on calling her on it.