hello. uhm.. Glee is not mine. that's all..
i'm kinda nervous with this one actually..
I'm not dumb. I just act like dumb because I don't want to be different. It's my choice. No one makes choices for me it's sorta weird honestly. The people who were saying that someone had been deciding for me are the one that's dumb because they believe in something that isn't true. They don't know the real me so they don't have the right to tell me what is wrong and what is right. Only one person knows the real me and she's the only person who could judge me from the things that I've been doing. And yeah vice versa.
We were friends since forever. I met her when I was four and I think I'm 20 days older than her. We met in a play pen.. she was crying because her mom left her. I was too, but I didn't cry. I'm brave! I was curious about the girl so I want to her.
"hi!" I started. "why are you crying?" I asked, but she didn't answer she just continue to cry her heart out. I even thought that she was deaf or something. "HEY! I'M BRITTANY!" I shouted.
"I heard you." She said with a small voice, but she still didn't look up.
"so… what's your name?" I asked giddily. I don't know why I wanted to meet this kid. Maybe because I was enticed with her long jet black hair. Err.. I don't really know.
She didn't answer or I just think she didn't. so I asked her again. "I'm Brittany, what's yours?"
"Santana" her voice was so soft, so I didn't really heard what she said.
"yay!" I clapped my hands "nice to meet you Sana!"
"Santana" she said.
"what?" I look at her again.
"my name. Santana" she then look up and I think I was hypnotized. Her eyes were like chocolate fountain in Willy Wonka's movie. It looks so delicious.
"what are you looking at?" she ask. She's shy!
"your eyes.. it looks like chocolates.. I want to eat." I exclaimed.
She just nod. "I have chocolate in my bag." She said.
"yay! We're friends now."I exclaimed.
"ok." She said. I took her hands and link our pinkies.
"hmmn.. you're my best friend now." She smiled. "you look cute when you smile."
And that's how we became friends and from then on… we became inseparable. Hmmn.. do you know that it's not me that likes ducks first? It is her. She have this necklace with a duck pendant. I told her that it was beautiful, then she asked me if I want it and I nodded, so, she gave me it to me. And everytime I see a duck it always makes me happy because I remember how san would giggle whenever she see a duck, real or not. There was one time when we were six years old…
My family and hers went in a picnic near the pond. The two of us went for a walk with our pinkies interlocked. We were looking at the pond when a mother duck comes out from the water and the baby duckies march behind the mother duck. It's like they were playing follow the leader. That's when Santana squeal from the top of her lungs.
"DUCKS!" San rushed towards the ducks with her tugging me. But unfortunately, I stumbled and fell on the ground. I got some wounds on my knees but I didn't cry, because I know San will be sad.
"Britt Britt" she said. "I'm sorry Britt Britt. I will never go to the ducks. Are you okay? She said.
I nod.
"I'm sorry Britt Britt." I look up at her and she looks like she was about to cry. She was clutching the hem of her dress looking at me with those teary eyes of her whilst biting her lips to prevent the tears from falling. She's so adorable.
"Don't cry San." I said. "look I'm ok" I stand up. "OUCH!"
"I'm sorry." She said then she start crying. She's such a cry baby.. and that makes her more adorable.
"c'mon! let's go and see the ducks." I said whilst putting an arm around her shoulders. I was about to walk when I noticed that she wasn't even moving and she was just staring on the ground. "c'mon San! Let's go."
"I don't want to. You hurt yourself because of me." She said still staring on the ground.
"I'm okay! Look I could even jump!" I jump. The wound still hurts but I don't want to let her see it. I don't want to see her cry.
"let's just go to mama."
"okay." We then go back to our parents. "smile now." She gave me a timid smile. "nah.. I don't want that smile.. you won't smile? I'm going to tickle you.."
"NO! I'll smile now.. okay? Just don't tickle me."
She smiled. But I still tickle her.
"I don't want to see the ducks!" she exclaimed again. She blame the ducks. She blame the ducks and herself because I got myself hurt.
After that, she began to hate ducks but I didn't. Ducks reminds me of her laugh, squeal, and her adorable face when I got wounded. And even if she hide it, whenever we go to the pond, her eyes would light up.. and that only happens before I start chasing her with a duckling on my hands.
SO?