Alana Sweet

Fiesta

“Huh, sorry sir I am late!”, I said with trembling because I just ran like a demon chased. At 06:50, I had just left home with my most narcissistic brother in the world. Fortunately, he was a hobby on the street so it was easy to get in front of my school gate the money was almost closed if I was one minute late.

"Run around the field five times first! New can enter" replied Mr. Indra the famous Mathematics maple teacher Killer .

"But sir, my love is leniency. Three times yes, I had run around tired sir" said I tried to bid punishment. If it can be good too. If I had not run, this punishment would have been accepted without heart.

"Well, if you are late only once I am still tolerating, but late you are many times. Hurry up and run, do I want to add the run?" Said Mr. Indra even more firmly, this time with a threat. I grimaced and prepared to leave the classroom after putting my blue backpack on top of my seat.

With a heavy heart, also my feet passed leaving the classroom. Arriving on the field I began to run casually, saving the energy of breakfast was afraid of fainting. Lucky if anyone pretended to be a hero of misfortune for him, otherwise it could be a rempeyek my body.

I ran with a mouth that kept on muttering issued my swearing to the fierce Math teacher no longer curled up, it is handsome, but if fierce also women think twice want to be close to him. The proof with his current status, it proves that Mr. Indra has crossed his threshold.

The day I hate the most, not Monday like most school kids. But today, Wednesday. The first hour of Mathematics, continuing Physics, History, Chemistry. What makes that schedule insensitive or how one day full the brain works hard thinking about counting. Moreover, History, it seems like I will make a regular sick schedule on Wednesday. Besides the teacher is fierce all, what's my fault to enter school with teachers who are average killer.

Finally the running around the field was over, just as my stomach started to protest for food. My throat felt very dry, like I was fasting and running around the day completely thirsty.

"Now!" Said a handsome man with a cold look while thrusting a bottle of mineral water at me. Not bad, after the punishment ended the luck that I got. Get the attention of the frog prince.

I grabbed the bottle with a big smile, the man sat next to me and looked at me with a sharp look. As sharp as a mama's knife in the kitchen, like wanting to skin my skin that began to burn because it was too long under the hot sun. I just kept quiet and tried to take my eyes off, I knew he must be angry at this moment.

"Ck! I told you to be late!" His words made me smile wryly. “ I was late because I waited for my most handsome brother was a very rich long bath chick” muttered I still could be heard by him. He just shook his shoulders lightly, not wanting to know my reason.

"Yes, you can consider!" Henceforth.

He smiled and pinched my chubby cheeks that were getting fatter because of it. I just clicked my lips, then followed the footsteps of his long legs that had moved first.

"Hhh, wait for dong!" The man stopped and turned towards where I was standing, after arriving right in front of me his face approached to a distance of about five inches because I did not bother to measure it.

Our eyes meet each other's eyes, locking each other in with his warm gaze? Like I was a girl he loved. As if hypnotized I continued to look at her beautiful eyes that rarely displayed the warm gaze that she was now. Those beautiful eyes, like those of someone I miss.

"Squeal" I was increasingly singing my lips, my left hand rubbing my forehead softly which was not well with the flickering of his long finger. While the fate of my right hand has been drawn by him. Understandably tall people long legs, hands too, fingers moreover. It's like being a dwarf when you walk beside him like this. I mean behind him.

During this first-floor walk on the school corridor, many pairs of eyes were looking at us with various gazes. Maybe it's empty hours until they can walk on the corridor. They looked at the man beside me with a look of adoration, admiration, love and much more. While looking at me with a look of dislike, hate, disgust and others. Moreover, the grip of his warm hand that is still faithful to hold my small hand. They're just envious.

"Ish, it's a really nervous girl"

Hearing their words I was furious actually, who was holding my hand first who? Who pulled my hand first? I was wrong too. They don't know, just judge what their eyes see. I stuck my tongue out at them, and laughed when I saw them upset like I wanted to pull my long hair.

"Udah La, don't take it!" As usual he would know what I was doing when someone whispered and talked about me, not staying silent and responding or just mocking them. Oh, I forgot, this guy who just pulled my hand is Kevlar Keano Putra, my upperclassman, my little friend, my confiding friend. He is the son of XII IPS 1, the person who is really a champion class from the past. The captain of the basketball team who loved the schoolgirls, but can I be proud if I am the only woman close to him. Kevlar is very lazy to be close to women who are flirtatious and like to look for face, it might sound a little strange if a man as popular as he has never been dating though.

"God! Change clothes and smell!" I rounded my eyes to hear his words earlier, the smell he said? I grabbed her left hand that was still grasping my hand quickly, then I bit her hand hard.

“Douh, pain La!” Kevlar complained and tried to let go of his hand, I could not accept saying yes even though he seemed to be telling the truth. I just started exercising this morning.

"Basic lion! I'll change my clothes and wait for the bag!" He said after successfully releasing my bite, he squeezed my nose hard to redden until he managed to release his hand which I believe now must be impregnated. I change my uniform for a new one, I always bring backups because all my classmates know I'm an exemplary kid. Picket teacher subscription, late almost every day for the same reason my brother.

My name is Auristela Sheanette, my mom and dad's son who is super busy. I'm still single not single, because my fate is not that bad. Dream man?there's gotta. Besides my own Papa. He's my brother's class, studying at one of the best-known private universities. He is also an alumnus of Merdeka High School 45 and happens to be a classmate of my brother from Smp. The guy is handsome, pinter, diligent, former Chairman of Osis first, most wanted also, good person but he is less sensitive. I who intensively seek attention from him, always ignored and considered only the wind.

Back again with a uniform that had smelled of sweat earlier, after I changed into a uniform with a new and fragrant typical of my favorite roses. I walked quickly to the cafeteria where my victims of violence were waiting. I seem to know the reason Kevlar isn't uncomfortable with me, probably because my attitude doesn't really reflect that of a woman.

In the corridor near the canteen I saw a group of women looking for faces were gossiping and teasing every man who passed by, maybe they lack caress to lower their self-esteem as low as that. I confidently passed them, without looking at them.

"God! Don't have the same manners as seniors !" Shouted one of them by emphasizing the word senior at the end. I did not heed the scream, continuing my steps towards one of the canted tables.

"Bar-bar girl! His name is Auristela here you do not avoid! You coward" he shouted this time louder and infuriated me. Moreover, one of them also dared to pull my hair. Without thinking any longer, I turned around and walked quickly towards him who was standing with a pretentious insignificance. My hand floated quickly, before he could dodge the palm of my hand had reached his right cheek.

PLAKK!!

"What did Lo say? Lv? Bar-bar girl? You know that bar-bar chick ngaca dong! OH, NGACA!!" I shouted with all the anger that was not yet how much. Thick cheeks make up her five inches maybe, they school like to go kondangan.

He did not accept and then returned to me, with all his might he pulled my broken hair. It gave me a headache and we ended up grabbing each other. Moreover, his other friends also tried to release my hand on his brown hair.

"STELLAR! THE DINAR! ENOUGH!!" after the thunderous sound was ringing in my ears, we both stopped the hair pulling event. The screams were not the screams of teachers, nor the school guards. But Kevlar's shout, which now exuded a terrifying aura, was staring at us intently. He was really angry this time.

I just lowered my head, but before I looked down I saw Dinar staring at Kevlar.

"Hiks. hyks.. Kev sakiit's. That bar-bar chick pulled my hair the same slap my cheek" he said spoiledly and contrived. Makes me grieve hearing it.

“Basic handyman search face!” I muttered, then moved away from that place.