Anything But Ordinary

怎么那么快一个学期就过去了呢 好像什么都没有做什么都没有学 还是这样子羞怯怯的样子 还是那样懒懒散散的样子 还是那样每天早晨起来懵懵懂懂地往教室赶 到现在还在赶欠卢植的电子稿 星期一要考口腔了 感觉什么都不知道 最讨厌的就是这样的感觉了 觉得自己烂的要死 复习周的第一天 就在不停地写卢植的电子稿中度过 今天还忽悠了YOYO一把 说今天是冬至 睡在床上嚷着要吃饺子 YOYO去超市买了煮给我吃^^ 结果...明天才冬至 汗死 我对不起YOYO 今年冬天肯定不冻耳朵！

 

Chapter Two

Just as a saying goes, “no new is good news.”

If it was not Mum’s reminder to her that Clair hadn’t called for several days, she almost forgot what had happened.

“What happened?” Mum asked at table when they have a dinner,” Clair hasn’t call these days.”

“Why should she call? Is there anything strange?”

“She used to call you everyday.”

Really? Everday.

Meredith went into her room, shut the door, and laying on her bed.

Don’t cry.

I’m sorry.

But it is you were wrong first.

I was always enduring.

I hate you, though I don’t know why I hate you so much.

Don’t cry then.

What are you crying for?

They are all looking at us.

I’m sorry. I apologize.

But that is what you deserve.

I’m sorry.

But that is what you deserve.

----All the thoughts were spinning in her mind. Blinding darkness and pale bright co-exist abreast. I’m sorry. But you deserve it. How evil I was.

She could not tell which was right or wrong. She got lost in the middle of a crossroad without a traffic light.

 

Everyday passed as usual. Meredith rode to school every morning and back everyday afternoon. Clair’s father picked Clair up to a party. So today she rode along. In these days she heard something about Adrian’s family. His mother and father divorced, and he lived with his mum. But his mother re-married. He lives alone, etc. etc..

Caught the sight of the post office standing at the back gate of the neighborhood, Meredith thought about the talk she eaves dropped yesterday.

“Did you watch the evening news report yesterday? The post office at the corner of the crossroad, is reported.”

“What happened? How come the shabby place be a news spot?”

“You haven’t heard about it yet, have you?” Meredith’s neighbor asked surprisingly, “someone committed suicide there.”

“Really? Gosh! It is terrible! But why?”

“It is said that the man is a nuts. You know, something wrong with here,” the neighbor pointed her own head, “he didn’t say anything but climbed up to the high-voltage wire and dead.”

“My! I missed the news.”

“Yep. Now everybody in the city saw the post office here. Blameful.”

Yes. Blameful. An ordinary, cramped post office now was the most significant landmark in the neighborhood.

 

“Meredith!”

“Hi. Haven’t seen you for a long time,” Meredith stopped to look back.

“Err…I just wanna say,” she gulped her throat, “thank you, really, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Then?” Adrian asked mischievously.

Meredith scratched her head.

He chuckled. It is the second time Meredith saw his chuckling.

“Look, I am sweating now. Buy me a Coke and we are even.” He grinned like a hyper baby.

“All right.”

 

Sitting on the edge of the garden, both of them held a Coke in hand.

“Have you ever given any attention to those plants?” Adrian broke the silence.

“No, not really. What?”

“Let’s recognize them, together.” Adrian jumped up and pointed at the place on a tree.

“This is Punica granatum.”

“This is Albizzia julibrissin durazz.”

“Cerastium glomeratum Thuill”

“Canna generalis ”

…

Cerastium glomeratum Thuill.

Punica granatum.

Tens of years later, when looking back into her girlhood and remembered the two sophisticated names, in her mind, what occurred might not be the two beautiful plants. Their appearances perhaps would already be in the middle of nowhere. If there would be something she could remember, that should be a tin of Coke, the azure sky, the outstretching road, and a boy who read the names do stiffly that she laughed.

She could even recall the setting. He didn’t read out the names immediately. He took a good look at the plate hanging on the trees, murmured, and then took one step closer, finally told her the nomens.

“Cerastium glomeratum Thuill.”

Or “Punica granatum”.

When if she was twenty two, twenty four, twenty eight, or even thirty years old, the moment she heard others talking about those nomens, she would excitedly said, oh, I knew that. However, she could not even remember how they look like. Her friends would laugh at her then.

However, the truth is, when she was sixteen years old, there was a boy linked himself with the nomens—Cerastium glomeratum Thuill, or Punica granatum.

It is an odd association.

 

“It’s a pity that I don’t know any of them.” Meredith shrugged.

“I don’t know either.”

“Though my Papa is a biological teacher, I haven’t inherited anything from him.”

“Children do not have to inherit all from their parents.”

“But I always think, I should inherit something, something,” Meredith looked upward at Adrian,” something could remind others that I am their daughter. This part is them, they are here.”

Adrian’s telltale look in his eyes almost betrayed him. He couldn’t help to holding her shoulder. But he shouldn’t. Meredith certainly didn’t see anything. But the softest voice floated into her ears.

”You don’t have to worry so much…”

“Ur?”

“You are them. You represent them. No matter where they are, when seeing you, everybody sees them.”

“Ur???”

He smiled.

“You are the product made by your parents.”

“Uh-huh. I know.”

“For instance, I haven’t seen your parents, but now that I saw you, that just as if I have saw your parents. When I talk with you, I would think, without them, you are not be able to stand here, and I have no one to tell the nomens of those trees and flowers…”

Meredith was out of words. She was astonished by the gentle words. After a long silence, she said in a low voice, “Then, I should also thank your parents.”

“Well, that’s all right.” He smiled.

“But sometimes I 'm also a bit rusty on my parents.”

“Yes?”

“When I was little, about twelve or thirteen years old, I lived with my grandparents as my mum was on her business trip. One day, my mum called, and she said, ‘Meredith.’ ” She looked down on her feet.

He was listening, without saying anything.

“After she said, Meredith, she suddenly blurted out, how do you do?”

Adrian’s eyes goggled.

“I was annoyed when I heard the words ‘how do you do?’ I pouted, ‘why do you use such formal expression?’ Mum answered, ’I just want to ask how are you these days.’ But how should mum say ‘how do you do’ to her daughter? You are my mum. She realized then and, she was a sort of embarrassed, I thought, but she didn’t want to admit so she said, ‘that doesn’t matter. I’m…sorry. ’”

The boy looked into distance.

“I am sensitive, am I?” she shook her head,”I thought I am unfamiliar with mum at that moment. How strange it is! But later I figured out. When she heard my answering the call, she must be worrying about me. We haven’t seen each other for a month. She must be thinking of me whatever she was doing. So she called. But when she heard my voice, she is surprised. Her minds suddenly blanked. So she said, ‘how do you do?’”

She smiled brightly,”she is an ordinary mother, no matter how success she is in her career, she is a common mother. She would be nervous, saying something odd like ‘how do you do’, or ‘farewell’.”

“It is not because she is unfamiliar with her daughter. It is because she misses me so much that she is nervous.”

He didn’t make any comment until she stopped. “You…really think that…”

“What?”

“Something like hello or farewell or words of such, is because that they are…”

“Nervous.” Meredith cut in.

Adrian looked into Meredith’s eyes as he wanted to find some proof.

“I cannot neglect my parents’ care for me. Some time later we realized that what they did and said is not always right, but, truth is that, they love you. And that is something you cannot deny.”

“Something you cannot deny.” He murmured as if tried to convince himself.

They love you.

You are their loving son.

 

这个是修改过的 续前面的

Prologue

 

“I love you, ‘til the oceans go dry.” “A is an asshole.” “Miss E is a bitch. How dare she ask me to write an apologize letter to her?!” “Fuck!” “Latest news: Our headmaster divorced!”

There is always a wall in school on which gossips, love, and hatreds are written. A wall covered with doodles. Like a vast cobweb. Some writings had become so vague that the words, which were still visible, could not even form a phrase.

 

Standing in front of the rugged, crannied, gloomy wall, she went into a crouch. A blade of leaf scuffed her leg.

I hate Clair.

Again and again, she used the crayon to deepen the words.

I hate Clair.

 

The setting sun reflected into every corner of the gymnasium. Boys and girls were off their classes and coming out from the teaching building like schools of fish. She was a little bit nervous, accompanied with kind of excitement, like those naughty children who succeed in playing a practical joke under the close supervision of school authorities.

Someone was coming.

 

“M? M! Where are you?”

Hastily grabbed her bag, she tried to put on a natural smile, which was, however, still a rather strained one, “I am coming!”

“Why do you go to the gym? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Err, no big deal,” she lowered her head while wiping away her sweat by bare hand,” I was playing basketball there. Next week we’ll have a basketball test. You know, I am not very good at it. I have to practice more or I’m afraid I’ll flunk.”

“Handkerchief. You always forget to take it with you. ”

 

The after glow of sunset sprinkled on both of them, leaving two shadows on the playground, side by side.

 

I hate you. I cannot help myself hating you.

But we are best friends. Everybody says we are best friends.

Chapter One

“Meredith, Clair is calling!” Dad’s voice came through the seam of the closed door.

“Hello?”

“Meredith, are you available this evening? My mum and dad are not going to be back tonight, so…”

“Is Clair calling?” Asked Mum.

Meredith nodded.

“That’s OK, C,” Mum said loudly beside the receiver, with a contented smile on her face,” Meredith always welcomes you.”

“All right. See you then! MUA” A sweet goodbye kiss sound penetrated into Meredith’s left ear.

 

She frowned, but just for a second, as Mum’s words came,” why standing there as if someone owes you thousands of dollars!”

 

Mom always had a kind of strange humour. Yes, she thought, not only millions of dollars.

 

It was not until an hour later did Clair appeared at the front gate of the building. She always kept others waiting.

She smiled, and handed her gift to Mum, saying that it was a souvenir her father brought from an “other country”. She sat down at the table on the vacant seat. She…

“What makes you so absorbed, Meredith?” Clair snapped,” you don’t look well. What’s wrong?” She watched her, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Nothing important.” Meredith cleaned a small plum and put it into her mouth whole. As she bit into it, the sour juice filled her oral cavity so that a drop of tear came down on her cheek. “It’s sour.”

“You can’t be so hasty, you poor little girl.” Clair padded her on her shoulder gently.

 

Cannot remember how time pasted. The setting room was filled with Clair’s voice. Everybody enjoyed talking to her. Mrs. D, Meredith’s mother, is of no exception.

Beautiful, pleasant, passionate, cute, witty, courteous, easy-going…That is Clair.

Obedient. That is Meredith.

When talking about her daughter with friends or neighbors, Mrs. D could only find one word: obedient. Maybe that was out of modest, or whatever it is.

An average girl, a common teenager, an ordinary child. That was all Meredith could recall of her teacher’s comments.

Since the very first day she knew Clair, Clair became the typical image of the unfamiliar ultra-modern city. Having the most popular Snoopy pencil case, that is Clair, and that is city S. Wearing the snow white lace butterfly bow, that is Clair, and that is city S. With a mom with well-preserved skin, that is Clair, and that is city S.

Even now, she could not help herself letting those naïve ideas spinning in her mind. Even now she is a high school girl.

Having a rich family, a BMW car and a huge bed made of myrtle, that is Clair, and that is city S. Trying every means to avoid wearing the terrible-looking school uniform, that is Clair, and that is city S. Always in a position of commander but everybody was willing to do what she ordered, that is Clair, and that is city S…

Can’t believe what she remembered were all that aspects she hated.

Everybody said they are best friends.

Even once Meredith thought that was what best friends should be. Riding to school together every morning, sharing lunch together, doing shopping together, enjoying a sandy in McDonald…always stayed together, like twin sisters. Last year Clair bought Meredith a large branch of blooming lily and gave her at the entrance of the teaching building. It was sumptuous for a high school student. No wonder it caused nearly the whole school students’ attention. Everybody was talking about how lucky Meredith was to have such a generous friend.

But actually I didn’t like lily at all. Meredith thought.

Lily is Clair’s favorite. It is her favorite, instead of hers.

Flowers languished a few days later. It is Mum who threw them away. Where would they be? But one thing is for sure. They would become rotten, then decomposed.

Decomposition.

She is your best friend, as well as the one you hate most.

 

It was half past nine. Clair was about to leave. As usual, she had to ride her lemon bicycle to take Clair home.

“Your mom is cool. I really enjoy chatting with her.” Sitting at the back seat of ht bike, Clair said in a pleasant tone.

“Mmm.”

“The new vase in your setting room, the one with daisy, is quite fair.” Clair added.

“Mmm.”

“Next time I’ll take a Zespri to school. We can share it after lunch.” Determined to impress Meredith, Clair jobbed Meredith’s back by her fingertip.

“Ouch! It’s dangerous!” Meredith cried out, “What did you do then! Get off. We’ve arrived.”

Shrugged her shoulder, Clair gave Meredith a bear hug,” see you tomorrow morning, M.”

 

Without Clair’s chirps, Meredith was, in a way she thought herself, at a loss. Shaking her head impatiently, she seemed to be annoyed by the thought.

“Bang!” She crashed into a wall and fell on the cement ground.

“Gee!” Meredith cried out.

“Are you OK?” By the dim moonlight, Meredith saw a man, or, rather, a boy about her age, standing in front of her bicycle and looking at her, with care.

 

She was in a brown study.

“Your bag,” Up he came, with Meredith’s purse in hand, “here you are.”

“Err?” not until did the boy handed the purse to her; she jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

The long tang was in an utter darkness. She intended to hold up her bike, but the sharp pain from her knee was so harsh that she even seemed to be going to stumble again.

The figure quivered slight. Meredith thought she heard his chuckling.

It was a totally black surrounding no other colors or anything. Only the sound of footstep of themselves, the sound of breathing, the sound of fricative clothes, and the embarrassing sound of girl’s swallow of saliva could be heard, clearly.

He was about to go at first. But he stopped abruptly, seeming to search for something in his pocket. Meredith attempted to see what he was doing. While she was a bit worry about something she did not know, she heard a faint sound.

“TAP.” A lighter was wavering a blaze of light, like a yellow petal swinging in the wind.

The light also brightened his face.

The pupils of her eyes dilated. Something was deprived gradually from her body.

The air was fully occupied with deafening sound of silence.

She did not notice the boy was coming up to her.

“Will you be all right walking home alone?” he looked at her face, concerned. Watching the girl’s unwilling face, he put the lighter into her hand, “this, put it in your pocket preventing being along in the darkness.”

It is a green lighter.

When Meredith back home, Mum was watching the soap opera and Papa was doing his washing. She didn’t explain anything about her coming back home late. Mum blamed her for never care about parents’ worries.

“I’m sorry.” She said before going into her room.

I’m sorry.

 

Secrets gain their value when being revealed.

“”Hey!” someone held Meredith from her back. It was Clair, without any doubt, as only she would have such childish action.

“Shall we go to the movie tomorrow? It is Friday night. I happened to have two tickets. I’m sure we will like it. ”

“I don’t feel like watching that pictures.”

“Then just stay there with me.”

“No.” Why should I stay with you?

“Err?” feeling the girl’s response which was unfamiliar from before, Clair pouted.

“Gosh! What’s that?!” Clair took the lighter from Meredith’s pocket,” how did you get this?!”

“Give it back to me.”

“When did you go to KTV?” Clair was quite excited,” when did you go there? You went there alone? But, why just picked up the lighter and carried with you?”

Meredith wanted to get the lighter back, eagerly.

“Aha! I see! It must be a boy’s lighter!” Clair shouted out with anonymous joy.

 

On her way riding back home, Meredith couldn’t stop thinking how much she dislike Clair. She was always meeting the need of hers so that she almost became a neuter role if without a delicate face.

The red light came. She stopped.

”Hallo!”

“Oh! Hi!” It is the green lighter.

“See you again. I know you. Your name is Meredith.” The boy smiled,” My name is Adrian.”

Something in the heart surfaced gradually, as sliver fished flowing swiftly in the dark blue ocean. The world became silent. Nobody except her was there.

 

She didn’t want to recall how she got home. He said something about himself. The memory was dim.

“A? How to spell it? ”

“It’s A-D-R-I-A-N.”

 

If she could, Meredith would have not chosen to speak to Clair the day she saw her. She would like to be nobody, counting the day went by while sitting in the classroom. No one would said,” That is Clair’s best friend, Meredith.”

If she could, she would like to wake up in her small but warm bed, forgetting everything unhappy.

Since several days before she rejected Clair’s invitation to the cinema, they were in a “cold war”. She was determined not to speak to Clair. However, there's many a slip between the cup and the lip. That morning when Clair came to the classroom, she was in a state of mysterious. Then, just as Meredith thought, something was passed to her.

“What’s that? A love letter? ”

“Have a look.”

“Why should I? It is for you.”

“Then forget it.” Clair was a bit frustrated.

“All right. I want to look at it.”

I was involved in everything associated with Clair, Meredith thought.

She used to think that it is her jealousy towards Clair made her sometimes annoyed so that she disliked her. The conclusion, however, was nonetheless sort of surprising. It turned out that everything she disliked or hated Clair was out of envy. It was an inevitable envy. She envied Clair’s new bicycle, Clair’s rich family… those were all she did not have.

“Then what do you want me to do?” She did not even glance at the letter at all.

“Of course give it back.”

“Why should I?”

“You are my friend, best friend.” Clair clutched Meredith’s hand, smiling.

“Why should I?!”

“If you don’t help me, I’ll tell your mama that you have a green lighter and went to KTV. I saw the boy that afternoon. ”

 

Nobody would not doubt that something terrible had happened when a girl whose face bathed in tears handed a letter to a boy with a confusing look on his face.

 

“Is Adrian in the classroom?” Meredith asked, standing at the front door of Class Three, with her head low. The boy sitting in the front roll was apparently dazed when seeing her eye sockets were red and swollen.

“A! You…”

“Hey! See you again. Can I take it as a coincident? ” A glanced at the figure which against the sunshine, he immediately recognized Meredith.

Meredith’s tears dropped continuously as she couldn’t control her own emotion. She almost cried her heart out.

“PA!” Meredith threw the letter into Adrian’s face. “Here is your letter!”

Adrian was at a loss of what just happened. But no sooner did he saw those friends sniggering than he realized that they again write love letter to girls in the name of his to play a practical joke.

“Shit!” He glowered at them, clenching the letter into a mess.

“Listen…”

But when he turned back, Meredith had already run away and disappeared at the corner of the teaching building as if a ghost was chasing after her at her back. With a deep frown on his face, he stalked to his seat and sat down.

“Addie!” His friends came and gave him a punch on his back,” just a young chick, eh?”

 

That is how the world became silent. Branches of Bosten ivy stuck together on the dilapidated wall. Glittering light occasionally shined; reflect the shadow on the ground. The air was pure.

Nobody was there, but a slim figure.

Without anywhere to go or anybody to turn to, Meredith, for the second time, stood in front of the secret wall.

“Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!!!!!!” “How are you?” “Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry.”

Took out her red pen, she nearly take all her effort to carved every word into the wall. “I hate Clair. She is the worst person in the world.” Of-definitely-course, she was the worst person in the world. All she cared was herself and what would have certain association with her. What she cared was having someone to accompany her, and Meredith, she thought, happened to be the one in her need. Quiet, undistinguished appearance, reserved, meek, feeble. All the qualities of Meredith were suitable characters to be an “ideal” friend. She smiled loathly.

 

“Here you are.” Adrian’s familiar voice was heard over her head, “but what are you doing here?” He took one step closer and squatted beside Meredith, side by side.

“Worst person in the world? Come on, don’t be so jealous. I didn’t write the letter.”

“You think I cried because of your letter?” Not turned her head, Meredith asked.

A shrugged his shoulder,” I guess it is.”

“What a wild guess.” Meredith smiled bitterly,” I hate her. Every time when she didn’t feel like doing something, she would just order me to ‘accomplish’ it. Gave me the lover letter and told those pursuers she didn’t intend to like them. It is actually none of my business, isn’t it? But what I could do was nothing but to do what she requested. I’m not myself with her. I’m only her shadow.”

“Your girls are hard to understand.” Adrian commented dazzled. “It’s too late. You should go back home then.” Adrian stood up, giving Meredith a hand.

“M!” Abruptly, Clair said,” could you tell me who wrote this?”

Those pink words suddenly seemed bloody in Meredith's eye.

“Who wrote these?”

Meredith was about to say, however, out of her expectation, her line of vision was blocked.

The boy stood in front of her. His was sweating, which emitting a smell but rather healthy than smelly. Perspiration clotted the ending points of his hair.

He said,” I wrote it. I hate Clair.”

“What?” Clair asked, which words were also muttered in Clair’s mind.

“I hate Clair. That is what I wrote.” He emphasized.

“What a mess!” In her voice Meredith could sense a certain tinge of irony.

“Aha?” The boy didn’t know what to response then.

A lie could never be covered.

“But excuse me, who are you?!” M still raked over the questions.

“…I…, was rejected by you then. Do you remember?” In his voice there was a kind of relief,” Class Three, don’t you remember it? The Letter.”

“Really? You really wrote these?”

“How embarrassing I was.” He said dandiacally,” Or who else will write it?”

Meredith kept silent. An alarm was there in her heart, but without any sound. She drew the shirt’s rim of Adrian’s.

“Of course, I know the action is not above aboard.” He continued.

Meredith’s heart seemed to have stopped for a second. She closed her eyes forcefully. Then a voice she didn’t familiar with was heard,” Sucks.”

“Yes, sucks!”

 

受不了了 写了一个上午啊！汗死 早知道就分开一天天写了。前段时间碰到bottle neck了。昨天灵感来了，只是（很苦涩地摇摇头）我预想中的角色互换了一下，让我体验了一把Clair的心情，也不完全是吧。我一直把自己当做meredith来写的……累死了

Chapter Two

She was in a brown study.

“Your bag,” Up he came, with M’s purse in hand, “here you are.”

“Err?” not until did the boy handed the purse to her; she jumped up like a rabbit.

The Long tang was in an utter darkness. She intended to hold up her bike, but the sharp pain from her knee was so harsh that she even seemed to be going to stumble again.

The figure quivered slight. M even thought she heard his chuckling.

It was a totally black surrounding no other colors or anything. Only the sound of footstep of themselves, the sound of breathing, the sound of fricative clothes, and the embarrassing sound of girl’s swallow of saliva could be heard.

He was about to go at first. But he stopped abruptly, seeming to search for something in his pocket. M attempted to see what he was doing. While she was a bit worry about something she did not know, she heard a faint sound.

“TAP.” A lighter was wavering a blaze of light, like a yellow petal swinging in the wind.

The light also brightened his face.

The pupils of her eyes dilated. Something was deprived gradually from her body.

The air was fully occupied with deafening sound of silence.

She did not notice the boy was coming up to her.

“Will you be all right walking home alone?” he concerned her face. Watching the girl’s unwilling face, he put the lighter into her hand, “this, put it in your pocket preventing being along in the darkness.”

It is a green lighter.

When M back home, mum was watching the soap opera and papa was doing his washing. She didn’t explain anything about her coming back home late. Mum blamed her for never care about parents’ worries.

“I’m sorry.” She said before going into her room.

“I’m sorry.”

 

Secrets gain their value when being revealed.

“”Hey!” someone held M from her back. It was L, without any doubt, as only she would like to have such childish action.

“Shall we go to the movie tomorrow? It is Friday night and I happened to have two tickets. I’m sure we will like it. ”

“I don’t feel like watching that pictures.”

“Then just stay there with me.”

“No.” Why should I stay with you?

“Err?” feeling the girl’s response which was unfamiliar from before, L pouted.

“Gosh! What’s that?!” L took the lighter from M’s pocket,” how did you get this?!”

“Give it back to me.”

“When did you go to KTV?” L was quite excited,” when did you go there? You went there alone? But, why just picked up the lighter and carried with you?”

M wanted to get the lighter back, eagerly.

“A! I see! It must be a boy’s lighter!” L shouted out with joy.

 

On her way riding back home, M couldn’t stop thinking how much she dislike L. She was always answering the need of that girl so that so almost become a neuter role in their lives if without a delicate face.

The red light came. She stopped.

”Hallo!”

“Oh! Hi!” It is the green lighter.

“See you again. I know you. Your name is M.” The boy smiled,” My name is A.”

Something in the heart surfaced gradually, as sliver fished in the dark blue ocean. The world became silent. Only she was there.

 

She didn’t want to recall who she got home. He said something about himself. The memory was dim.

“A? How to spell it? ”

“It’s A-D-R-I-A-N.”

 

If she could, she would have not chosen to speak to L the day she saw her. She would like to be nobody, counting the day went by while sitting in the classroom. No one would said,” That is L’s best friend, M.”

If she could, she would like to wake up in her small but warm bed, forget everything unhappy.

Since several days before she rejected L’s invitation to the cinema, they were in a cold war. She was determined not to speak to L. But there's many a slip between the cup and the lip. That morning when L came to the classroom, she was in a state of mysterious. Then, just as M thought, something passed to her.

“What’s that? A love letter? ”

“Have a look.”

“Why should I? It is for you.”

“Then forget it.” L was a bit frustrated.

“All right. I want to look at it.”

I was involved in everything associated with L, M thought.

She used to think that it is her jealousy towards L made her sometimes annoyed and influenced her so that she disliked her. It turned out that everything she disliked or hated L was out of envy. It was an inevitable envy. She envied her new bicycle, her rich family… those were all she did not have.

“Then what do you want me to help?” She did not glance at the letter at all.

“Of course give it back.”

“Why should I?”

“You are my friend, best friend.” L clutched M’s hand, smiling.

“Why should I?!”

“If you don’t help me, I’ll tell your mama that you have a green lighter and went to KTV. I saw the boy that afternoon. ”

 

 

 

就是想说 到时候还会修文的 像上一章昨天修了好长时间 觉得这里不满意那里不满意的 但是不高兴贴上来了 下次写完了一起贴完全版的好了 我在想 按照我这个进度 两天一千百字一章 不知道要写到什么时候去了 13周交作业不知道做不做得完 哎~还要修改 忙死忙死 晚上再写一章吧 下午陪我们家狗狗去剪头发 然后构思一下之后要怎么发展 预计是在十五万字里面结束的 不知道行不行 加油加油

这个算不算creative writing呢？呵呵 下次拿这个去apply算了

Chapter One

“M, L is calling!” Dad’s voice came through the seam of the closed door.

“Hello?”

“M, are you available this evening? My mum and dad are not going to be back tonight, so…”

“Is L calling?” Asked Mrs.

M nodded.

“That’s OK, L,” Mum said loudly beside the receiver, with a contented smile on her face,”M always welcomes you.”

“All right. See you then! MUA” A sweet goodbye kiss sound penetrated into M’s left ear.

 

She frowned, but just for a second, as mum’s words came,” why standing there as if someone owes you thousands of dollars!”

 

Mom always had a kind of strange humour. Yes, she thought, not only millions of dollars.

 

It was not until an hour later did L appeared at the front gate of the building. She always kept others waiting.

She smiled, and handed her gift to mum, saying that it was a souvenir her father brought from an “other country”. She sat down at the table on the vacant seat. She…

“What makes you so absorbed, M?” L snapped,” you don’t look well. What’s wrong?” She watched her, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Nothing important.” M cleaned a small plum and put it into her mouth whole. As she bit into it, the sour juice filled her oral cavity so that a drop of tear came down on her cheek. “It’s sour.”

“You can’t be so hasty, you poor little girl.” L padded her on her shoulder gently.

 

Cannot remember how time pasted. The setting room was filled with L’s voice. Everybody enjoyed talking to her. Mrs. D, M’s mother, is of no exception.

Beautiful, pleasant, passionate, cute, witty, courteous, easy-going…That is L.

Obedient. That is M.

When talking about her daughter with friends or neighbors, Mrs. D could only find one word: obedient. Maybe that was out of modest, or whatever it is.

An average girl, a common teenager, an ordinary child. That was all M could recall of her teacher’s comments.

Since the very first day she knew L, L became the typical image of the unfamiliar ultra-modern city. Having the most popular Snoopy pencil case, that is L, and that is city S. Wearing the snow white lace butterfly bow, that is L, and that is city S. With a mom with well-preserved skin, that is L, and that is city S.

Even now, she could not help herself letting those naïve ideas spinning in her mind. Even now she is a high school girl.

Having a rich family, a BMW car and a huge bed made of myrtle, that is L, and that is city S. Trying every means to avoid wearing the terrible-looking school uniform, that is L, and that is city S. Always in a position of commander but everybody was willing to do what she ordered, that is L, and that is city S…

Can’t believe what she remembered were all that aspects she hated.

Everybody said they are best friends.

Even once M thought that was what best friends should be. Riding to school together every morning, sharing lunch together, doing shopping together, enjoying a sandy in McDonald…always stayed together, like twin sisters. Last year L bought M a large branch of blooming lily and gave her at the entrance of the teaching building. It was sumptuous for a high school student. No wonder it caused nearly the whole school students’ attention. Everybody was talking about how lucky M was to have such a generous friend.

But actually I didn’t like lily at all. M thought.

Lily is L’s favorite. It is her favorite, instead of hers.

Flowers languished a few days later. It is Mum who threw them away. Where would they be? But one thing is for sure. They would become rotten, then decomposed.

Decomposition.

Best friends, and the one you hate most.

 

It was half past nine. L was about to leave. As usual, she had to ride her lemon bicycle to take L home.

“Your mom is cool. I really enjoy chatting with her.” Sitting at the back seat of ht bike, L said in a pleasant tone.

“Mmm.”

“The new vase in your setting room, the one with daisy, is quite fair.” L added.

“Mmm.”

“Next time I’ll take a Zespri to school. We can share it after lunch.” Determined to impress M, L jobbed M’s back by her fingertip.

“Ouch! It’s dangerous!” L cried out, “what did you do then! Get off. We’ve arrived.”

Shrugged her shoulder, L gave M a bear hug,” see you tomorrow morning.”

 

Without L’s chirps, M was, in a way she thought herself, at a loss. Shaking her head impatiently, she seemed to be annoyed by the thought.

“Bang!” She crashed into a wall and fell on the cement ground.

“TAP.” A lighter was wavering a blaze of light.

“Are you OK?” By the dim light, M saw a man, or, rather, a boy about her age.

Prologue

 

“I love you, ‘til the oceans go dry.” “A is an asshole.” “Miss E is a bitch. How dare she ask me to write an apologize letter to her?!” “Fuck!” “Latest news: Our headmaster divorced!” … Sad secrets. As well as warm love.

There is always a wall in school on which gossips, love, and hatreds are written. A wall covered with doodles. Like a vast cobweb. Some writings had become so vague that the words, which were still visible, could not even form a phrase.

 

Standing in front of the rugged, crannied, gloomy wall, she went into a crouch. A blade of leaf scuffed her leg.

I hate L.

Again and again, she used the crayon to deepen the words.

I hate L.

 

The setting sun reflected into every corner of the gymnasium. Boys and girls were off their classes and coming out from the teaching building like schools of fish. She was a little bit nervous, accompanied with kind of excitement, like those naughty children who succeed in playing a practical joke under the close supervision of school authorities.

Someone was coming.

 

“M? M! Where are you?”

Hastily grabbed her bag, she tried to put on a natural smile, which was, however, still a rather strained one, “I am coming!”

“Why do you go to the gym? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Err, no big deal,” she lowered her head while wiping away her sweat by bare hand,” I was playing basketball there. Next week we’ll have a basketball test. You know, I am not very good at it. I have to practice more or I’m afraid I’ll flunk.”

“Handkerchief. You always forget to take it with you. ”

 

The after glow of sunset sprinkled on both of them, leaving two shadows on the playground, side by side.

 

I hate you. I cannot help myself hating you.

But we are best friends. Everybody says we are best friends.

Prologue

 

“I love you, ‘til the oceans go dry.” “A is an asshole.” “Miss E is a bitch. How dare she ask me to write an apologize letter to her?!” “Fuck!” “Latest news: Our headmaster divorced!” … Sad secrets. As well as warm love.

There is always a wall in school on which gossips, love, and hatreds are written. A wall covered with doodles. Like a vast cobweb. Some writings are so vague that the words, which are still visible, cannot even form a phrase.

 

Standing in front of the rugged, crannied, gloomy wall, she goes into a crouch. A blade of leaf scuffed her leg.

I hate L.

Again and again, she uses the crayon to deepen the words.

I hate L.

 

The setting sun reflected into every corner of the gymnasium. Boys and girls are off their classes and coming out from the teaching building like schools of fish. She is a little bit nervous, accompanied with kind of excitement, like those naughty children who succeed in playing a practical joke under the close supervision of school authorities.

There comes someone.

 

“M? M! Where are you?”

Hastily grabs her bag, she tries to put on a natural smile, which is, however, still a rather strained one, “I am coming!”

“Why do you go to the gym? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Err, no big deal,” she lowers her head while wiping away her sweat by bare hand,” I was playing basketball there. Next week we’ll have a basketball test. You know, I am not very good at it. I have to practice more or I’m afraid I’ll flunk.”

“Handkerchief. You always forget to take it with you. ”

 

The after glow of sunset sprinkle on both of them, leaving two shadows on the playground, side by side.

 

I hate you. I cannot help myself hating you.

But we are best friends. Everybody says we are best friends.