Chapter 4:

We would just laugh it off and be amused by each of our "eating talents".

"Class, today we'll be doing an interactive activity! I need you to group yourselves in pairs and line up over on this side of the classroom." The teacher said. Everyone buzzed as they looked for their pairs. Jason and I looked at each other and with that, our group is completed and stood over to the side of the classroom. We were the first pair and was made the leading group.

The teacher lead us outside onto the field and made us stand in a circle. Colourful balls scattered the field and piqued our curiosity. Our eyes glistened as if we saw gold as we looked at the colourful scenery.

" This will be a game called the colour spree. You will have to collect the coloured balls with your partner within a limited time to complete a drawing later. Coloured pens will be issued to you later on. The more coloured balls you collect, the more coloured pens you'll be given. Do you understand?" The teacher asked with enthusiasm. All the kids screamed yes and the game began as the stopwatch ticked away.

Soon, time was up and all the kids gathered back to their meeting point. "Great job! Lynne and Kristelle. You both collected a total of 4 coloured balls!" The teacher started announcing the results of the game. Finally the teacher announced our group's results. "Jason and Jaselle, well done well done! You have obtained 10 coloured balls! Good teamwork!" The teacher smiled as she announced the results.

Our eyes curved into crescents as we looked at each other, and smiled really widely before breaking into a small chuckle. We were happy with the game results. Moving onto the drawing segement, we got 10 coloured pens as promised and came up with our master piece. Obviously, in our eyes, our work was the most wonderful and that we were amazing artists. However, our work looked exactly like what kids our age would draw. Circles and lines all over, claiming that this was something that does not look anything like it.

Thinking about these precious memories, I could only let out a smile.

--Back at the bus stop--

Jason still would not tell me what was going on and he just told me he wasn't feeling the mood to talk about things at that moment. I could only nod and gave him the space and silence he needed. Perhaps, he had a stressful day at school today... Who knows?