Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Passion of a High School kid I

Bekir dropped a pebble in water producing a splash scaring the floating ducklings. He was pinching himself in disbelief how he was spending whole past month of his vacations gaming and suddenly lay off and left off with queasiness, only musing about a blonde girl whom he met yesterday. It was the last breath of constancy in a gale of change.

His mom called him to get ready and eat breakfast soon. This was the day of grade announcement for junior high and like every other day of school, his friend Cosku came to company him. Bekir always packed a happy-go-lucky attitude and knew he would sweep through easily. Bekir never cared about grades but somehow his brains prophesied to do the magicke and evolved to snag a bargain with his laziness. The wizardry again maneuvered to make him the topper taking Cosku by surprise who could never understand this affair even being his closest friend since childhood. Cosku even being an untiring guy could never beat him.

On the spur of the moment Cosku came up with an idea of catching up with some girls from another school supposed to attend grade announcement on the same day. This was purportedly the most famous school in Izmir and guys always tried to hook up with girls from there. When he urged on Bekir to accompany him, he gave a nay response ideating of a new counter strike game his father promised to get him if he aced. When again japed about his straightness,Bekir nonchalantly agreed and accompanied Cosku to swan lake.

It was very unlike Bekir to broach conversation with girls being always involved with geeky computer games or soccer. He was caught attention of this green eyed blonde girl sitting by the lake who chanced to know Bekir as a gallant player of soccer from Izmir high school. After all, she was the foremost cheer leader of Manisa high and their team discomfited because of Bekir’s last minute goal making him despised but imprinted among whole cheer lead squad. This happened when their captain kicked the ball with a bending crossing pass that kissed the grass a foot in front of Aylin’s boy friend, alone on the right side near the edge of the box. All of a sudden, Bekir materialized out of nowhere with a bang and got his right foot on the ball, netting the ball right across the dumbfound goal keeper.

She came over to talk about yesterday but being always casual about girls he didn’t recognize her. Watching her walking over instilled in him a fear of fumbling with words, losing control over facial muscles and senses. He felt so clueless for a second when she complimented him as if he forgot about everything and then blushed afterward.


Abhik said...

A very realistic story and superb English!

Neha said...

interesting...and as always superb english.

Anonymous said...

abey wat is this??? as in who inspired u to write this it of ure some friends' or its ures or purely fictional???....

annie said...

Thanks Abhik and Neha di.
@kj: Me and Pri wanted to write and iterate the story alternately but then she got lazy at the first iteration itself.So I decided to write it myself as a set of blog posts.

annie said...

PS:The story is pure fiction not related to me(of course unfortunately :D) or any of my friends but the kid is a little bit inspired from one of my friend in traits.

PRIncipessa said...

Yeah yeah Cuss me all you can Annie.
I had given such a turn to the story, well started by you.

All in all, neatly written and boy,with al your verbose and sexy words, you put Arundhati Roy to shame, guess its time you author a literary piece!

Lets resume our story where we left it !

annie said...

Thanks for the sexy applause,I am blushing :D
And yes I was pissed off :X

So heres the deal,I am writing the next post too and then you write the 3rd one telling Bekir as of how to impress Ayleen with some cool stuff from your experience