A Story about A Little Boy

Hi!
My name is Ryan. I'm 13 and currently going to a secondary school near my house. My mom is a widow, my dad passed away when I was 12, so yeah, around a year ago, due to heart attack. I have to younger brothers, 10 and 2. They are okay I guess.

My favourite subject is Religious Study and Mathematics. My best friend's name in class is Albert. Albert likes chocolate a lot, he is fat but very kind and always smiles.

I want to tell you a story about the girl that I like in school. She is a year older than me, her name is Starlet. One day. she will be my wife. She has long curly hair that's always tied up and makes a very nice high bun. She loves sport, because she always plays basketball with her classmates during class-break. I like her, she's very attractive and sporty, and she's good in basketball too!

One day, we met in the canteen, she brought her lunch box and I brought mine too. Because we were standing in front of each other very close, I got nervous and I dropped my lunch box. All my food was scrambled around the floor and I was so embarrassed. She helped me make up my lunch box and clean the food on the floor. She then offered me her food, and I refused because I was too shy and did not expect that to happen. She insisted and she dragged me to sit next to her at some table near us.

We shared food. Oh my god! We Shared Food. Me and Starla were sharing food. It was by far the highest achievement I've gotten in my life. We didn't talk much. I mean I didn't talk much, I only listened to her talking about her dog and how much she wanted to join cheerleader when she goes to high school later on.

I remembered I only smiled throughout that day and told my mom what happened right after I arrived home. My mom only smiled and then hugged me. I was confused, she did not say anything. I was so confused then she made me dinner.

Days after that, I haven't got any chance to talk to her again in school. I saw her a couple of times, but she never saw me back. She was either busy with her friends, or simply not looking around to my direction. That lunch was probably our first and last interaction I guess.

Until today, she never talked to me again even when she saw me. It's weird, but I take it as a normal thing. I think Starla simply does not want to be friends with a kid like me, and I was always okay with that thought. My classmates called me fat and ugly, so that's probably the reason why Starla never wants to make friends with me.

But that lunch was, I thought, quite a turning point because I remembered very well she talked to me excitingly. But yeah, a lunch is a just a lunch, right? It does not mean anything. So I moved on.

Hello 2019

Writing this while waiting for my Obgyn to call my turn. I hate it that they call the line based on phone appointment, not based on d-day re-registration. I got number 7 while I got here at the clinic first. I hate it. It's not efficient and so time wasting, why isn't Indonesian people upgrading their system to make everyone use the best of their energy, time and money. WHY?! Now it's just number 3, and I've been waiting since 2 hours ago... shameful.

Instead, I'm watching YouTube video about my ObGyn lol.
Be right back!