The U-Turn.

Something rather queer about me is the fact of how I mysteriously like to challenge myself. Indeed, I purposely trip myself to stumble onto such devastating situations only to see if I can glide my way out of it successfully. Allow me to call it self-entertainment.

However, I'm not sure others found it as entertaining as I did.

There was a girl.. Her name was ..well, let's just keep it at "RA". She was a hazel-eyed, lightly freckled, average-heighted, fascinating girl.
I started off hating this girl, I despised her. Whatever feelings I currently, at that time, possessed towards her ranged from dislike to hatred - nothing positive.

What had some enhancing effects on these emotions was quite silly.
A year or two before that, we were in two separate classes.
Our paths never collided and she was just that stuck-up girl (as I once thought) from that other class! I used to hang out with this 'shila' at Grade 6, and what happens, as goofy as this sounds, was whenever someone felt a feeling of dislike towards someone it would spread out through this group and we'd end up sharing this feeling.

So back to Grade 7.
I tried to avoid RA in anyway possible as if she were some sort of virus.
So once, we had music class and we were practicing using trumpet mouthpieces and guess what?
Yup, not enough for us all.
And what was that genius IDIOT of a teacher's idea?
Bucket of Dettol and Water and a partner.
How disgusting? I have to share a tiny, metallic object which would accumulate with saliva with someone? Who's he kidding, Dettol ain't gonna wash away the revulsion of this!
I look around, eagerly looking for the partner I'd least be disgusted with.
Oh, GREAT, everyones partnered up except for me and RA. Reminds me of the 'spin-the-bottle' moment where everyone gets up as soon as the bottle is spun, leaving no other choice but for the remaining two to kiss. As ironic as this sounds (you'll find out why this is ironic later on) I hated it. Ugh, why her?! Why me?! Farakt il7adeed tifirik oo ma3 hatha ma t6amant ina tna'6af!

But as the days crept onwards, my feelings of hatred towards her came to an abrupt stop, U-turned, and went down another completely antonymous path!

We actually 'clicked'! Not at the beginning, of course, but with time our clinky uneasy machinery parts became oiled with trust, companionship, laughter and that's what started our engine of friendship going.

Now, the challenege I was reffering to at the beginning of the post. 'Shda5ilah bilmaw'6o3?', you may think so to yourselves. Oh, and the strange feeling I mentioned in the previous post? Soon soon..