Willelm: What A Normal Day

It is the second chapter of the story, written in Willelm's point of view. The chapters will continue as Liz-then-Willelm mode. :)

  The time flew fast. It was already lunch time when I found Daniel standing beside me, holding his spoon.

  “Are you leaving? Let’s get ready for lunch.” I grabbed my own tableware from my locker and headed downstairs to the cafeteria.

 

  I had biology, PE and English class this morning. Mrs. Harriet was speaking English in her French accent as usual and Mr. Parker still made us do fifty push-ups before class started. Biology was still a nightmare to me though I got a straight A on this subject.

  This was just a normal day.

 

  The cafeteria was full of students. People were talking loudly, laughing at some boring jokes. Girls giggled and walked by Daniel and I.

  “Hey, Peggy, how are you?” One of my classmates, Peggy Larson walked by us and I said “hi” to her with my one hand out to high-five with her.

  “Hi, Willelm. I’m fine. I just need to buy some drink for my boyfriend.”

  “Cool. Then I will see you later!”

  Peggy and her boyfriend Ryan were the best couples at school. They had been together ever since they were like . . . in second grade? It was like if they had already been together forever! But my girlfriend and I were totally different. My girlfriend Eileen lived in a different city from mine, and was in university. I studied a year later than other students, so actually I am turning nineteen in March. Eileen was the same age as mine. She just started her first year in UCLA this September.

  From my house to hers . . . it would usually take me nine hours or longer to drive there. We actually didn’t have much interests in common. Plus, it was too far . . . there was distance between us. Though I liked spending time with Eileen, we seemed to be not so passionate. I didn’t even know if I “love” her. Or was it just a bad relationship that should be ended.

 

  “Willelm, there’s a little girl who’s looking at you! Look!” Daniel’s voice pulled me back into the reality.

  I turned and found an Asian-looking girl looking at me. I smiled and turned back.

  “Isn’t she cute?” Daniel said, smiling wickedly.

  I didn’t reply, I just took my food and walked back to my seat.

 

  I had my French class this afternoon after lunch.

“Willelm,” my French teacher, Mr. Robertson, asked me to stay after class, “can you translate a French poem in front of the whole school?”

  Again. This kind of stuffs like going up on the stage happened all the time. Ever since I was a young boy, the teachers had had the interest in putting me on the stage, making me present my project, reading a poem, singing, playing the piano, playing the guitar and doing other things. As if I was a superman who knew everything. But I am no superman.

  “Sure, Mr. Robertson.” I still agreed.

  It was not like if I want to be show off. I started becoming the focus of the entire school. Teachers looked at me like I was the best student ever; students looked at me as if I was the superstar, as if I was even more famous than Justin Bibber. My friends, including Daniel, Samuel, Eric and Ted, were the only ones that thought of me as their true body. Not like others just admiring me. I like this kind of feeling. True friendship.

 

  “That bullshit!” When I told Eric about what I felt, he just gave me s**t and disagreed me, “Dude, you should have chosen to be famous but not true friendship. Do you know how many girls at school are crazy of you? Oh, yeah . . . You’ve got Eileen!” Then laughter came out from his mouth.

  Man, I wanted to hit Eric in his face. He didn’t know how I feel. No one ever did . . .

 

  “Son, it’s time for dinner!” Dad’s voice appeared by my door and again, pulled me back to life. He pulled me back from my thoughts.

  “Okay!” I replied, quickly cleared all my mind, heading for the dinner table.

  I took away my glasses and put it on the table. I was used to this. Taking off my glasses before eating. I found out that my father did the same thing, too.

  “Did anything special happen today?” Mom asked.

  “Nothing special, Mom. But there was a girl who kept looking at me in the cafeteria.”

  My dad gave me a “no-way” look and said, “If there isn’t any problems in my memorizing, son . . . You have already had a girlfriend.”

  I laughed a nerves laugh and said, “Come on, Dad!” Then my sister Kath joined the talk and pointed out that there were girls from her school who also see me as a super idol.

  Mom and Dad laughed at the same time. Kath gave me a quick smile and I saw her blue eyes, those beautiful eyes from our family. Her hair was tied well behind her back. She hadn’t changed from her school uniform to her T-shirt yet. She usually remembers to change her clothes after school.

  “I am full.” I suddenly stood up, cleaning the table and put the dishes into the washer.

  It was Willelm Richards’ normal day. Such a normal day!