DEAR DIARY

Scene five
Episode four

  Even though i felt the arms of shame embrace me as i recalled how i slipped and spilled my bottle of coke on Priscillia and how the same liquid flowed down my hair , entering my nose, crossing to the tip of my nose and soaking my cloth even to my bra as Peace wickedly drenched me, i didn't leave the counter without another bottle of the drink.
  When you love something or even someone, you never forfeit them for the world despite their flaws and imperfections. Besides a mere bottle of coke couldn't be the cause of the misfortune and mistakes that happened in the past weeks. Don't be ridiculous, there was nothing supernatural about everything.
Maybe except, Peace's ridiculous fight for no reason.
   Karmsi sensed the sudden change in my mood and didn't need to ask what was bothering me. She knew my fears. She had asked me if i really wanted us to go out and i had told her it was fine. She sighed, took my hands in hers when we sat and began to talk.
".... don't let the past define your present emotions"
The cute attendant passed us and our eyes met. He grinned and i frowned then looked away.
" i think that guy has been staring at me weirdly...maybe he was there, maybe he remembers" karmsi laughed and told me i was being paranoid.
"you need to take a chill pill. Guy sure has good eyes" She winked and as i smiled my eyes wandered off to the attendants direction . He was talking to some customers at the other end. The part of the eatery with a sofa and the air conditioner was just above them. What was wrong with people and air conditioners?  I wanted to see the faces of the girls that seemed to also have the same relationship Prince and Karmsi had with air conditioners but the attendant obstructed my view.
I shifted my head to the right and left searching for a comfortable view but the attendant looked back and our eyes met again. He smiled and walked away, a barrier between me and the view i had wanted to see again for the pastweeks.

DEAR DIARY

Scene four.
Episode four.

  All my life since puberty, i have fantasized about my 'Mr right' . He had to be tall...not tall so that i look like Tyrion Lannister beside The Mountain in game of thrones or one of the seven dwarfs beside the Prince in the folktale 'Snow White' but reasonably big enough to fight for me when i get bullied especially by two big girls who i mistakenly spill coke on.
He had to be fun to be with just so when we hang out with friends,it wouldn't be like we were at the hospital with sympathizers yet not too funny that i would choke on my food then die.      My soulmate had to like me for me not what i had to give the same way i would like him for what he is and not what i would take.  His compliment sank into my subconsciousness and it replayed in my mind over and over again. I stood in awe  watching him. He was kidding ,something about how big my ass was for my height and something about him wanting to spend more time with me another time but i had a hard time figuring each word out.
   My fingers were shaking in fury and i thought i would hit him on the face. I was more angry at myself for being a fool all week. To think i even took Karmsi's teases seriously. I was right to say Prince wasn't type even though i wasn't sure then.
   It is the truth now. Prince wasn't my type. Prince wasn't my Mr Right. Prince wasn't my soul mate.
Prince was a flirt and nature played its game.

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I felt guilty.
I was feeling bad and because I couldn't pretend to be fine I was making Karmsi say too much to make me feel better.
  She wasn't one to believe anything she heard from people.  People say things they don't know about other people to make themselves feel better or to put down another person's ego.  It was life.
  Many times I have been told different things about Priscilla by people who met her only once or who attended the same secondary school with her. Most of them had jumped into conclusion that she is proud but I never supported anything anyone of them said and I knew Karmsi didn't too.
  She was only trying to make me feel better and she was succeeding.

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   I couldn't control my excitement anymore.
Curse me,  I wasn't myself , I was pushed by invisible  irresistible forces and the grip on me was so firm,  I literally became a robot. "Hi Priscilla and Peace" I yelled in top of my throats, I could feel my wind pipe expanding and contrasting.  I was definitely going to have a soar throat.  Anyone would think I saw Nicki Minaj  or Rhianna. Thank God no one else was watching. It was a quiet day on my street.  Praise God!
"Hi Priscilla! " I yelled again and they stopped taking selfies and turned towards me.  I had successfully won their attention. The boy with them turned around and I saw his face. He was so handsome I felt my legs go weak again. My entire body frame reacted to his presence even my heart was soared away from Earth to Mars and was halfway away from Saturn!  What was I thinking?  I had seen him somewhere before.
Somewhere that placed a 'Do not touch ' tag on his forehead.
Curse me again : he was Priscilla's boyfriend.