Sinister: a flashback

[Lola Monnet]

hello.

once there were two boys in my school, david and leon. there were other boys 
too, but i always ended up looking at the two boys, maybe i am intrigued by 
them because they never seemed to change, at least for a while.

david always wore buttoned shirts and had neatly divided hair, he played 
with the loud boys in the school. i noticed that everytime the loud boys sat 
down at lunchtime david was always the one who was sitting near the middle 
of the group, but he never spoke a lot of the time.

leon used to always sit alone and away from the loud boys, leon had very 
messy hair but it was strange because it looked the exactly the same every 
day, he wore t-shirts and jeans. he always had a book with him, other girls 
sometimes walked past him and said "what a nerd" and giggled and walked 
away. and he would just blush.

i think the two boys had found out about me looking at them too, leon used 
to sometimes gaze at me and when i looked at towards his direction he would 
blush and then looked down at his food.

david was always looking away from me, but one time i spied on him by 
turning my head away, but turned my eyes back to see him and i saw that he 
was looking at me. but when i turn my head back he quickly turned away again 
and pretended to read the clock on the wall.

one day in the drawer of my desk i found a piece of paper and it had a poem 
on it, it was a love poem. i didn't know what to do because i had never 
received a poem before, and it didn't have a name on it.

the confusion carried on for days, so on a wednesday i wrote on two pieces 
of paper "the best place for a poet is the apple tree, 4:00 is the poet's 
time", and placed them into david and leon's drawers when no one were 
looking. whoever wrote the poem was going to appear.

at 4:00 i hid behind a wall looking at the apple tree, and the person who 
appeared was leon, who picked an apple there and started eating it, i didn't 
go up to him, i just stood behind the wall and watched, leon stood there for 
15 minutes before walking away, and threw the apple into the bin.

i couldn't go to bed that night, i didn't know what to do when a boy writes 
me a poem, and also now i had made him stand in the apple tree for 15 
minutes.  i wrote a letter that night.

the next day i have in my bag a letter, that i placed later into a boy's 
drawer. during lunchtime i overheard a girl saying to another girl "a boy 
just put a poem into my drawer", and started reading this poem which i have 
read before. it was the same one that leon wrote for me.

at 4:00 near the apple tree i asked the boy "why do you always play with the 
loud boys, you seem so quiet", he told me that they were his friends, even 
when they're loud. he taught me something i never knew, i think.  they both 
did.  after a moment of slience david walked away. he didn't come back to 
school the next day.  and not the next week either. i never saw him again. i 
never looked at leon again.

lola.

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