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the middle
row. A young pretty and blond female walks in. She walks towards me, smile at
me and I return the gesture. She sits in front of me in the usual empty chair.
    Each
class we all attend we had to sit in our allocated sit given by our teacher. It
was how the teachers manage to remember our names. The empty chair and desk was
taken for the first time after being emptied for months. The new girl nervously
jolts both thigh and legs while awaiting for an introduction with Miss Harper,
our Geography teacher.
    She
was a stunner. I wanted to get to know her but her beauty made me felt
speechless. Not just that she was gorgeous but because I felt that she was too
pretty for me. She turns around. She gives me a flush look and produces a
smile.
    The
sign was there, come on say something… Just talk to her, my
effusive conscience challenged. Inside I could no longer tolerate the childish
shyness that had enslaved me in my own cocoon shell for so long. I had to
come out of it . I have been hiding for too long . After a devastated
humiliation which I received in front of the class from Hailey a few years back
I had shut my world down. 
    Speaking
to the opposite sex has not been easy. Hailey had knock off my audacious
confidence since the occurrence of that event. The existing phobia had taken
over my life drastically. It was really harsh of her and I still had bad dreams
about it. I could see most of them in convulsions of laughter. Some of them
their face burst with overwhelm joy. For them I was a farce and making a
mockery out of me was easy. They made me aware that she was out of my league.
And I wasn’t meant for her. A loser and a geek was how she had portrayed me to
the class.
    I’ve
learned to accept the truth of reality, the hard way. This material world was
all about the presentation. The way you portray yourself and look was one of
them. As time pass by I realised that it wasn’t totally their fault. It’s what
the media and adverts psychologically triggers them how to think unconsciously.
For them I was in a dream world.
    The
obese boy they once knew took a look at him in the mirror grew up and change.
Miraculously he managed to sort himself out. For years I had proved all of them
wrong. I need to know her, I have to talk to her or I’m gonna miss a chance of a lifetime which I may regret, I thought .
    ‘Hi,
I’m Phil.’
    She
turns around and said, ‘Hi, Samantha Burk.’
    ‘Wow.’
    ‘What?’
Samantha asked as she smiles.
    ‘For
a minute I thought you wouldn’t talk to a guy like me.’ I said nervously.
    ‘What
do you mean?’
    ‘I
mean you’re, you’re….’ I faltered.
    She
nods in respond, ‘yes?’
    ‘Hot
and irresistible are the right words.’
    ‘Wow….,
that was quick. I didn’t expect that on a first day at school.’
    ‘Well….,
you got a fan.’ I said as I smile. She smile back and I respond, ‘Maybe, you
could spare out some of your free time to your fan some of these coming few
days….when…’
    There
was a silence as we stare into each other’s eyes. I finally found the fortitude
to execute my last sentence, ‘you’re not too busy.’
    Samantha
produces an amazing friendly and jovial smile which set my heart on fire. Then
she joyfully says, ‘do not push your luck.’
    ‘Is
that a yes?’
    She
turns in front and said, ‘I’ll think about it.’
    My
face was filled with joy and happiness as I knew I had caught a fish. All I
have to do is to be patient.
     

 
    Normal
adrenaline of fear rushes through my veins as I laid one knee to the ground.
Unusual nervousness of losing my pride kept me from losing hope. Six other athletes
rest in the same positions and waiting for the sound of our coach’s gun. This
was it, the best of the athletes from the college chosen to compete against
each other so that the best of the best may represent the school for the final.
    Most
of the athletes waited for their turn by watching the events they were not in.
Non-athletes like Samantha