[Amara's POV]
I was born into the upper echelon class ho, and teaching began right after birth. I had the most expensive toys money could buy and over qualified nannies to keep amused.
I loved my nannies, though. I rembered them still. But when the job ended they left and I never saw them again. For all I knew, their smiles were fake, and they couldn't wait to get away from . They didn't even ssage or ca for a visit.
When school began with a kindly teacher and wealthy classmates, we learned through tablets, songs, and recitals. Then I went ho to take dinner while mom and dad were on their evening phone call etings.
Each day blended into the next, and the only thing my parents ever asked was about my grades. Not my day. Not my feelings. Not who I was.
Then when the pressure intensified and I found I couldn't get the grades they demanded, the punishnt began. A mark less than an A in any subject ant 'privileges' revoked.
Then I t him.
Cross.
He was one of the ten percent of the student that the Academy enrolled as there. . . charity project.
His grades were like gifts from above, and he was cute to boot. A lot of girls had a crush on him because of his good looks, academic abilities, and kind personality.
I wasn't one of them . . . at first.
One ti, on the weekend, riding on my limousine, stuck in traffic, I happened to see him walking on the side of the streets, pulling a cart brimming with junk. He had a hat on and a mask to cover his face and I hadn't recognized him at first except when he briefly removed his mask and drank water.
Being a naïve and innocent girl back then who didn't know the ugliness of the world, I thought that he was cool. He was already working at a young age.
That eting was repeated the next, and even at the height of traffic, I didn't want to go to any shortcut. I wanted the usual road where I saw him every weekend.
Then I started to look forward to school, where I got to observe him so more. He always wore a smile on his face despite the hole in his bag and the damaged sole on his shoes.
Co to think of it . . . that's when my feelings for him started. It started with admiration, then fixation until I found myself falling for him the more I observed him.
It was his kindness that I was attracted to.
Then one morning, he took my hand and told that he liked and that he would do anything for to be his girl. He told that I could outshine him in every subject and he wouldn't mind one bit.
'I won't promise you riches. I won't promise you a modern house with towering gates. But I promise to love you faithfully for the rest of our lives, and I an that kind of love that puts you before anything else. Will you be my girlfriend?'
I rembered perfectly what he said. And I didn't know why the first words that ca out from my lips was . . .
'Magic Pencil. If you get a magic pencil . . . then.'
The smile on his face that day was priceless.
That Magic Pencil was supposed to be for him. Because I saw him every day using those pencils that you have to manually sharpen, and I knew how he struggled with those types of pencils where the lead broke or fell off.
One ti, he couldn't finish his test because half of his ti was dedicated to sharpening those lead that constantly broke off.
A magic pencil would help him.
I wanted to slap myself left and right for how bright I was in grade school.
I went ho that day feeling on cloud nine.
Days passed, and the other students noticed our secret smiles and unspoken signals. He told in secret that he was saving for the magic pencil. That I didn't have to wait longer.
I thought I would get my happy ending until Cross was absent one day. Two days. Three days. He didn't go to school, and when he did, he was covered in bandages.
'What happened?' I asked him.
He only brushed his nose and said that he had an accident.
I believed him. I was trapped in my love world to notice that Cross had suddenly beca alone. Isolated.
And one faithful day, his best friend ca to and showed the real reason why Cross's bandages didn't lessen.
In the isolated back alley of a building, my happy ending broke at the sight of Cross being beaten up by boys.
I wanted to rush to him, but his best friend stopped .
The guy told that I was the reason why Cross was being beaten every day and was absent class.
The boys liked , and they didn't want soone like Cross to get close to . As long as I was getting close to him, Cross's life would be full of strife.
I thought that my appearance was a blessing, but it seed like it was a curse. One that would end a love that I would never forget.
I knew Cross wouldn't stop courting no matter what, and the boys would never leave him alone in return. He was kind as he was stubborn.
His best friend suggested being with him to save Cross. It was the only way to stop him from pursuing . The guy was rich and wearing a kind face, but I wondered about his real intentions.
I didn't agree and pleaded for my parent's help instead. But I only made the situation worse when my parents threatened to kill Cross if I didn't stay away from him.
According to them, Cross didn't have the sa status as , and he was nothing but a poor charity boy that shouldn't breathe the sa air I breathe.
( . . . continuation on NOTES)
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