Sky Blue, Valerie Evening [i am reading a book .TXT] 📗

Chapter One

 

 

"It is a continuous memory. Every piece of it, the flashbacks, the smiles, and the glances from those sky blue eyes. I know, forever is real."

  

I am writing a prayer to God about my future husband in my dad’s car. We are going to Karate School today and it’s my first day.

 

Dear Lord,

Please give me a handsome husband, who is so cute like David Archuleta and so amazing like Alex Evans.

He is a musician and a singer, he also should be very sweet, funny, and not boring to be with. He should love me from the bottom of his heart. He should also be tough, strong, masculine, nice, and sporty.

Religious person and believes in you so well. His hair is black, or could be a different color, and his eyes will be sky blue… definitely sky blue.

From,

Valerie

 

I am not expecting anything to happen that immediately that I’d see him, ‘my future husband’ on the first day of karate class or even the next days and months.

Well, things already are going on in the first day, I run the fastest I can with my power, and I end up being the slowest runner.

The worst part is my face ultimately lands on the floor. What a good fresh start for me with my lame action moves!

This upsets me the most, since it is tiring, but since our karate teacher is nice, she gives me a time to take some rest and drink water with my new friend, Anne. She is also new like me.

I meet her two sisters as well. I know it’s going to be a long hard working journey for me to become a Blackbelt Karate Superstar!

After the first day, my parents and I go to a cafe. I am cheery and all that because I am drinking a vanilla shake with a cherry on top. Yum!

My dad orders his favorite cappuccino while my mom orders a chocolate filled croissant.

I admitted that I still can’t get over being humiliated on my first day with my terrible, slow runs and my poor face slammed on the floor, but in total it was worth it.

So the second day came,

I am looking everywhere around me, karate people practicing their moves, karate people talking to their friends, karate people in every single corner.

I am waiting for my closest karate friend Anne also her sisters, Amy and Jane.

Amy is the oldest among her sisters. Jane is ten years old, and she is cute.

You see, I am an only child. I always wanted to have a baby brother, but not a sister.

I am so vain that if I have a sister who is cuter than me, I’ll envy her. Maybe that’s the reason why I don’t have any siblings. I think that’s the punishment for vain people like me.

Where is Anne and her sisters? Why are they taking so long? I have been waiting an hour. Just kidding, I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes, I think so.

The most unexpected thing happened…

My eyes suddenly look at a cute guy from a distance. He is sitting alone in the corner staring at me. It’s strange since I didn’t see him in the first day or maybe he is there, but I didn’t notice.

Or maybe he was watching me, enjoying how my face landed on the floor… Oh boy that is embarrassing.

Then again, my mind keeps asking…

Why is he staring at me? Why a cute guy like him is staring at me?

Just look at his hair. It’s golden brown and it has gold highlights. I really like his hair.

What’s the color of his eyes? I can’t see them from this distance, but I wish it’s blue… sky blue.

But why am I stupid? He only stared at me for a minute and I am falling for him! Falling for him? I think this is a joke. No, it isn’t!

Why in the world I am easy to fall into this cute guy’s love spell?

He isn’t looking at me anymore. When will he look at me again?

He stared at me. And it is just like that?

I hate you cute anonymous guy for making me fall for a stare. No, I like you. I really, really like you.

Oh my God! I think I already have a karate crush and it is that cute anonymous guy.

I don’t know his name. Should I ask him his name? No, that’s horrible! I mean come on he is a guy and I am a girl. I will never do that in my entire life!

Perhaps, I should eavesdrop so that I could hear his name from other people. That’s what I do in my past crushes.

I am so shy to them that even in borrowing a pencil, I can’t ask them.

I hate my shyness! All of my past crushes are far away from me; as in far away from me; the distance is a million miles away from me!

Except the time when my crush in six grade talked to me because we became seatmates.

He said, “Can you teach me?”

I don’t know what came into me. My shyness suddenly disappeared. It was blown by the wind and kept in a huge hole.

At every subject, he always wanted me to teach him. Note: He was my only crush that I became friends with.

He wasn’t studying in all of the subjects.

If I got ten in a quiz he got zero. If I got eight in a quiz he got two. If I got six in a quiz he got four. Did you notice that all of my mistakes in the quiz were his score?

He wasn’t dumb just an idiot!

He got the smartest brain. A lot of my classmates kept laughing at me whenever I said that. I knew he was smart because it took only less than an hour for him to memorize 10 pages for a Social Studies test. Can’t you believe it?

He was already given the best brain in the universe and he didn’t even dare to use it!

But the greatest thing of all, since the day I started teaching him, his grades pulled up.

He got nine in a quiz, and I was really happy.

In the last semester, he told me “I love you” every day. I was smiling like an alien!

At first, I was happy, but the last time he confessed to me, “I love you.”

I became angry… mad as hell!

It was the second to last day of school. I think he liked this popular girl. He was just using me to make her jealous. URGH! I hate her!

After that day, he came to school frowning and looked devastated.

We never spoke to one another.

We treated each other like we were strangers.

Until now I kept asking myself with wonder, “Why was he sad that day?”

It’s crazy, I have forgotten about him because he transferred to another school.

The truth is, when my mom told me I loved him. I completely freaked out! “It’s just a crush!” I kept saying that line to her, but she laughed.

Now, I am in high school, I finally realized that it wasn’t love at all… it’s different.

I was just so infatuated because I couldn’t forget about his “I love you everyday thingy” in elementary. I never knew that and I still can’t believe those sweet and innocent days happened.

I always stared at him like a lunatic. I thought that he is making a move to me, but I was wrong. The truth was he was smiling at me because I was staring at him for an hour.

That’s a secret only YOU—and—I must know.

Every time I remember that scene I laughed. “Why did I do that? I can’t believe I did that ‘stare’ to him!”

I was so stupid back then. And now, I am still stupid.

This ‘cute anonymous guy’ I hate him for staring at me! No, I like him staring at me. And now, I am the one who is staring at him!

This is crazy! I am so easy to fall for a guy who I just caught staring at me.

Karate class is finally over. Anne and I go out of the Karate Room. “See you!”

“Yeah see you!” I reply to her and wave my hand as a sign of goodbye with a pretty smile.

I walk a few steps while looking at the shiny white floor. After some moments, I look at the elevator.

My heart skips a beat for one split second.

To my surprise, it is ‘the cute anonymous guy’

Is he going to the elevator?

Amazingly, I feel that I want to go down the stairs because of the insane shyness in me.

The elevator opens and even though I want to run away. I still go inside.

My heart feels so shy right now that I can’t even look at him. The questions in my mind start bursting in the air.

Why are we together in this elevator?

Why you cute anonymous guy who stared at me once is with me in this elevator?

Is it fate that brought us together in that elevator?

The elevator which is my lucky savior and worst enemy opens.

It is my lucky savior because I feel like I am dying inside in such intense shyness.

It is my worst enemy because I don’t want to go out of that elevator with this perfect moment that probably won’t happen again.

 

I talk about him to my mom and dad. It’s like this:

My mom is sitting in the front seat, while my dad is the one driving our car. I am sitting in the back seat so excited to tell her the great news for the day.

“Mom,” I call her.

She replies back an innocent tone. “Yes?”

I remember, ever since I was in six grade, I always talk to her about my past crushes, because I was so happy talking about them! I always talk to her about what happened at school. Sometimes she gets mad at me because I can’t stop talking. Let me tell you a secret that no one in school knows, I am actually a loud girl. In school, yeah it’s exactly the opposite. I can be silent for a whole day. When my classmates ask me a question I just said yes or no by nodding my head or shaking it. Sometimes they tell stories about their lives to me. I just listen to them without saying a word.

 

My mom and I are like BFF forever!

She’s like a teenager. She can give you any advice you want.

I really love her as my BFF and as a mom… and what about my dad?

Guess what I hate him! He can’t give you any advice. He is the most silent dad in the galaxy!

Like before, I told him about my crush and he didn’t say anything. There is not even a slightest reaction. He is like a robot with no emotion. But my mom, if I told her about my crush she is so interested in listening at you. That is the big difference between my mom and my dad. She is not a robot like my dad.

“I want to tell you something later.” I shyly said to my mom who wants to know about it.

“You can tell me now if you want to.”

My dad interrupts the most thrilling conversation in the world, “Why don’t you tell it now so I can hear it.”

I answer back my robot dad, “...but I want mom only to hear it!” with an emphasis on the word ‘mom’.

The greatest mom in the whole wide world is on my side. “Sweetheart, let your daughter say it only to me. I think it is only for us girls! You won’t understand it.”

My dad who really loves her replies, “Okay.”

I, who can’t control my blabber mouth from talking, give up. Even though dad’s presence is here in the car, I still talk about the cute anonymous guy.

“Mom… Dad...you know there is this cute