A Fallacy
Chapter 3: A Mel O'Drama
A/N: Hello again here. Here is the third chapter.
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/ Fallacy: /ˈfaləsē/ a mistaken belief, especially one based on unsound argument. /
"All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much" -George Harrison
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"That's it then, for Hilda's birthday next week. It's going to be a blast!"
I was fidgeting with myself and a certain black notebook filled with mathematics-related handwriting when Serena suddenly pulled me.
Serena vigorously babbled. Next week was Hilda's fourteen birthday, and she's planning this cliché event to ignore her all day and by the end of school, we along with the guys from Hilda's art class will blow a surprise with her favorite tiramisu cake.
"You get it, right, Ly?" Serena elbowed me.
"Yeah," I said. "Might as well buy her a gift."
Hilda was practically the liveliest among three of us. Like… the center? Cause she's like blended in with me and Serena. Don't get me wrong, Serena's a lot of fun and I like her, but sometimes I feel Serena and I was just hanging together because of Hilda.
Hilda can be bitchy too at times, like when she's started keeping a secret with Serena from me. Or when she started to debase people, including me and even Serena or Hilbert sometimes. But overall, she's actually really kind.
Well that's, everybody, my life motto I guess. Always sees the good in people.
But there's one thing that bothered me. My birthday. It was a day before Hilda's. Yet, not both of them had made a sound about it.
They... well, they can't actually forget about it. I just knew it.
"I bought her a pink sweater," Serena fished her cellphone out of her pocket and showed me a picture of it. It was a really cute sweater, with hearts motives. "What do you think?"
"It's cute. She'll like it," I said genuinely, "I'm thinking of buying a bracelet. Hers was getting old."
Serena grinned. "Nice idea!"
"Then she should treat us, just us three. Since my birthday is a day before, maybe we could share the bill," I suggested, implicating a code there.
"Oh yeah, you're having a birthday too, of course," but Serena only nodded heartily. "Why don't you plan it with her?"
I just gave her a small smile on that reply. I know it's not nice to prejudice. But I can't help but wonder, would they ever do the same to me?
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This morning, I was terribly excited just to enter Mr. Brock math class. I don't think of myself as a pathetic geek, so it's actually the first time I felt this intrigued waking up to go to school.
Even mom gave me a questioning look, seeing me already presentable earlier than usual. But she made no comment on that.
But somehow that thought I've had earlier kind of nauseate my tummy. My best friend's going to have a birthday party next week. A lot of people going to come and be happy.
So why can't I?
I tried to push it all away as I entered the class I've been waiting for since last night. Somehow, it doesn't feel that intriguing anymore. But I still have a math test waiting for me to be done. So I don't really have that much choice.
My chest was filled with even more disappointment when I saw there's no sign of flashing red all around the class.
Wait, don't tell me he's sick today? Or skipping class? Or what?
So I just took a seat in the middle, rather than the one I took yesterday in the back. I opened Silver's notebook again just to memorize some steps.
"Hey, mind if I join you?"
I raised my head when I heard a voice. I smiled, it's Erika. She's an Asian girl with polite manners and short black hair. During seventh grade, she's in all of my class and we got along pretty well. I guess, that's until, I become one clique with Hilda and Serena, and I just kind of backed away, since people weren't too keen on her because of her excessive modesty. I can't help but wonder that it's actually a good thing. But seeing that I was no different, I just kept quiet all this time.
"Sure, here you go," I offered her the notebook.
"It's been ages since we study together," Erika stated suddenly when I'm still swimming in my own thought.
"Yeah," that's the only thing I could make out without feeling guilty.
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Silver came late to the class. The quiz already begun when he suddenly open the door and startled all of us.
After a few seconds of debating, Mr. Brock finally allowed him in. When he passed by my desk, I was getting a little jumpy as he stared at me for a couple seconds, before walking to the back of the class as usual.
The quiz was fine. There's only these two annoying numbers that I just can't solve, but that's okay for now.
"Okay, class, I'm going to rate your test," Mr. Brock cleared his throat. "Judging by your look, I won't think I'll be that pleased. But anyway, you're dismissed."
After most of the students left, I hesitantly turn my head to the back.
Silver was there, looking as fine as yesterday—wait, what? What's gotten into my mind?— and looks like about to leave this cursed class. I immediately get up and went to him.
"Yours," I stretched him the notebook.
He stared at it for a while before thrusting it carelessly in his bag.
"I have to say— it's really helpful," I was staring anywhere but him by now. Blame my old habit not valiant enough to look at people eyes while talking. "So, thank you very much."
He just nodded and walked past me. I was hoping of some sort of small talks, but I guess it just didn't happen every day. Idiot Lyra, for wanting such a thing!
But then suddenly he halted.
So did all my movements.
"You look… troubled," he said without even turning.
I raised an eyebrow. I'm perfectly sure that I am okay. "What make you say that?"
"Your eyes," he sighed.
Then I realized, it's all these birthdays crap. I can't believe it, but my facial expression and movements surely pictured how I really felt.
I wanted to tell him that it's next week. Not Hilda's, but mine. But what's the point in it? What's the point of telling people what we feel? They would listen, but that doesn't mean that they care.
But I still can't help these feeling, as if I just swallowed a pack of butterflies, inside of my stomach. Judging from his appearance and how he carried himself, you wouldn't guess that he's actually kind. And caring.
So instead, I just smiled. "Just some problems… well… you know, life?"
Silver turned. There's no particular emotion on his expression. But he was looking straight at my eyes.
The way he did that, surely made my legs weak.
I could imagine it, but somehow the tip of his lips was raised even just a bit. "Look for good things around you," he said it roughly. "There's many."
Somehow I felt my cheeks were getting warm… and redder.
"Thank you."
But I guess he didn't hear it since he already left.
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Far as I can tell, this is yet the worst year of my life.
First of all, I hate having birthday on a weekend. Because if it's on school day, you know, I can meet my friends and announce it? Then words could spread and if I had a little luck maybe this year I have more than ten people wished me a happy birthday.
Wow, I know, I'm really... sad?
And I might sound like I crave for popularity, but truthfully, I'm not. I just… I just what? Even I don't know myself.
Then again, it's tomorrow and tomorrow was Sunday. I don't even know that much people on school, how the heck they would even know my number? Talk about being a loner.
Last Friday I already make sure at least Hilda and Serena remembered. They did, especially Hilda since she's going to celebrate the day after. Even we already planned to go eat somewhere, the three of us on Monday evening.
As I clutched onto my blanket, I can't help but giving myself a wry laugh.
I can't believe it. I can't believe myself. I can't believe I have to try this hard just to have something simple remembered by my best friend. Best friends should have memorized every single thing about each other.
I grabbed my phone one last time. I'm not really active myself in many social medias, so there's not much to look in it.
Then it took me back to few days ago when I cogitated whether to text him or not. Now, I feel like really wanting to do that.
But what will I even talk about? There's no way I could do that.
Does he even know my birthday?
…Certainly, does he even know anything about me other than my name and poor math skills?
I didn't hope for him to know my birthday. It's fine though, since we barely know each other. But I won't deny that it would be very nice though if he at least knew. But that's impossible.
There's this somehow swirly feeling inside of me, and I… kinda like it.
Soon, I feel asleep.
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I opened my eyes. It was 12.00 am midnight. It's finally Sunday, and somehow I'm awake. But no message on my phone.
Six in the morning. Mom surprised me with a strawberry cheesecake. My favorite since I was small, she said that dad going to treat us in a Sushi restaurant today. So Mom gave me a new violet purse, while Dad gave me some money to buy whatever things I'd like to. I smiled heartily. They probably weren't awake yet.
Then it's the clock point at ten. Hilda and Serena could be a heavy sleeper sometimes.
I was sitting at the sushi restaurant, the clock struck three. Wow, it's all really getting lame now. I can feel it, a tight feeling in my chest. But tears just won't come out. I turned off my phone so that it can't sicken me more.
Finally it was evening, it was six at home.
I covered all my uneasiness perfectly that Mom and Dad didn't notice. But still Mom is a mom. "Are you okay, Ly?"
"Yeah, I think I ate too much," I just gave her the smile as bright as sun, and she's okay with that.
Mom and Dad are always understanding, I guess. They are the best.
It's seven and really getting ridiculous. They even called their self my best friend? Then it struck me. Why do I try so hard just to be acknowledged?
"Mom, I'm tired," I lied as I went upstairs. "I think I want to go to bed now..."
"Okay, rest well, sweetheart!" yeah. That's all I need now. A fine rest.
Upstairs, I flicked my phone, contemplating whether to check or not. After a few minutes, I finally turn it on.
Then it showed 2 messages unopened, and I suddenly feel my heart jumped a little bit. They actually remembered?
But what I saw then, surprise me even more.
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Hi, Lyra! Today is your birthday right? I remembered it because last year I came over to your house! Hehe. I'm sorry I can't say it in the morning because I lost my charger and just got it now. Wish you all the love, hope you're always happy! –Erika Greenie 3.30 pm
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Erika? Erika? I felt warmness spread in my chest. The least expected one… so I replied:
Hey, thank you, thank you so much, Erika. Why don't you come over again sometimes? We barely talked in school. -Lyra 7.16 pm
If that one made me want to cry, the next one made me want to scream as happy as I could.
I just never thought…
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Hey, happy birthday. Wish you all the best. If you're wondering, I accidentally overheard your conversation with your two friends. Have a blast.
p.s: if you ever have trouble in math again. -Silver 3.59 pm
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I smiled, smiled, and my smile couldn't be wider. I replied him with a sincere thank you very much.
Right now all I know that I just feel so touched, even thought tears just still wouldn't fall.
But it's alright for now I guess.
It's still devastating about Serena and Hilda. But I remembered what Silver said to me then. To look for good things around me, there's many, sometimes I was just too focused on the bad things that happened to me.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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