Deuteronomy week is over. A series of written test schedules have been completed with full struggle. Now students everywhere can breathe a sigh of relief because the English test was the last. And to celebrate it, all of them are busy arranging plans going somewhere after this. The same goes for Debbie and her friends. Even they do not know yet how their grade is. “Finally it's finished too. Hahaha.." Kinsey was so happy. Another one ready to share a story with emotion. “Oh my god, I cant believe that one brat at my back. So annoying!” Grunt her. “Why?" Debbie asked curiously. "Do you know the first year who sat next to me?” Debbie nodded. This time the exam class was dominated by first and second year students mixed in one room. Their seats are mixed alternately to minimize cheating and cooperation during the exam. "I swear! He really doesn't have shame nor an attitude or consideration. Keep asking the questions to me. While I'm not finished with my own problem!" Kia's outburst
Debbie is thinking how to make up with Ivy. It's been almost 2 hours since she made the brain work but did not find the right way. The contents of her head were full and almost broke. In the end she grabbed the comic lying on the study table. That's how Debbie gets rid of stress. Soon she fell asleep. Although now it's not too stormy, it's still half past nine. Maybe because she was too tired to play all day. Debbie did intend to make up with Ivy because somehow she could not accept if their friendship ended like this. Especially when she feels treated unfairly, judged by accusations that she did not commit. But to come face to face she was too scared. Fear of Ivy refusing or imagining Ivy ignoring her, like ivy did to Sarah. Then she found a way to fix it. Although still not the best way to answer this anxiety. And at the same time, in other places, the same situation happens to certain people. with the same anxiety, Ivy tries to write a letter to Debbie. Before the sentence was fi
Today there is no such thing as an entrance Bell or a break because there is a class meeting a week ahead. Debbie, as usual, was reading comics in the corner of the classroom. Her left hand holds a comic and right hand holds the bread she bought in the cafeteria. There are also snacks and drinks scattered on the table as supplies. “Hi, Debbie. Let's go to the ground!” Ask Adele. “Why?" Debbie's face and tone sounded cynical. Implying that Adele has been disturbed in her meditation with a favorite mystery comic series, where the main male character is happy to risk the name of his grandfather who is a famous detective. “The others are playing basketball there. Do you want to see?” Obviously Adele still hasn't given up on taking Debbie out of the classroom. That one unordinary girl had been there almost all day, even so Debbie did not go back and forth until the canteen was ripe to prepare snacks. “Huh? Not interested. You just go without me.” Push Debbie indifferent. "Sure? Er
When it was in the last letter Ivy was really angry, the biggest reason was because Debbie did not understand her feelings. And then, after that, the only thing left is jealousy. Why Debbie can do many things in her daily life beside Alfred but not with her. “Are you jealous of me? That's why, Ai! You know how I feel about you, about our friendship.” All this time what trust between them means, Debbie so questioned it. “I know... just people around keep talking about you two like that.” This time it was Ivy who lowered her deep face, embarrassed to see Debbie after her confession. “I was wrong...” Debbie can understand now, obviously has sat her case. But it doesn't come to mind that the root reason for this problem is that Ivy is jealous of her. She exhaled quite loudly. The load feels loose but still can't let the problem pass by. “I'm shocked, anger. Just so you know! I have a headache wondering how to explain and talk to you.” Ivy seems to be slowing down. "I wanted to write
In the afternoon after school, Debbie's leisure activities at home relaxing while listening to her favorite radio broadcast. This afternoon she and her friends had agreed together to listen to the broadcast from their respective homes. There is a separate goal, they have a great desire to successfully get into the song request segment via telephone. “Hello everyone, back with Ruly on our beloved channel.” That was the sound of the radio in Debbie's room. At this hour, the top Request event, many school children are asking for their favorite songs to be played and send greetings. Especially Debbie and friends that are considered as maniac radio channels. Debbie fiddled with her phone looking for one number in contacts, once she found a fast calling number but the network was always busy. Didn't give up easily, she kept trying until finally the dial tone sounded. "Hello there. With whom and where am I speaking too?” ask the person on the other end of the phone. “My name Debbie.” I
Debbie's worries come true. The next day at school, it turns out that the people at school did hear yesterday's broadcast. What can be said, yesterday's broadcast was on-air. Debbie, as usual, came earlier than most students. There will also be no school bell today. Thanks to that she can avoid coming face to face with other kids. Although there not a guarantee always stay in class made her safely hide from others, especially Eric. “Oh Debbie! You came to class so early in the morning?” Kia approached and joined us. “Last night I couldn't sleep..” Debbie's eyes look tired, her face looks messed up. She can't stop worrying about the declaration of love born of yesterday's misfortune. “Oh right! Yesterday was a coincidence. The three of us can request a song in a row.” The talk Debbie avoids most comes about radio broadcasts and send greeting messages. She just smiled bitterly and responded to what Kia said. "I hope she doesn't talk about that.” Debbie prayer in heart. "Well, yes
The classroom is still running. Debbie could not enjoy the rest of her last days in the second year with all her heart. kept her distance, busy avoiding Eric. Frightened by his response to an unplanned confession of love, she runs away, unsure if he heard the accident or not. Another effect that must be felt is that the people at school who know Debbie will raise the topic when they meet and see her face. For a while she became the chatterbox of schoolmates and had to deal with it with the mental as thick-faced celebrity keeping her cool. “Ouh Debbie! I was listening to that radio channel! Why don't you tell me you like Eric.” This kind of ignorant comment came from one of her classmates who was less sensitive. Debbie felt no need to serve and chose to remain silent. “Your love is real! Hm? Should I help you?” Debbie walked away without a word. In order to avoid teasing in class she went outside to look for interesting distractions. It's no better than staying in class in fact.
The whole school was crowded with people. The school parking lot is full of cars and motorcycles belonging to parents. All people are busy, be it teachers or students looking for their parents or even parents looking for their child's class. Today is the day of the report division which largely determines the fate of the second graders whether they go to class with a victory or mediocre credits. In other words, they will change classes. That means Debbie will be in different classes with Kia, Kinsey, Winy, Adele and other 11-7 occupant aka Class 1 social studies resident. “How about you, Debbie? Aren't your parents here yet?” Kia followed Debbie to the school gate. Without Debbie's reply, the answer was obvious. If her parents had arrived Debbie would not have been standing in front of the gate, she would have gone back inside. The girl was more and more anxiously waiting for her parents to come. Her name had been called by Mrs. Lena as her homeroom teacher earlier. Debbie can't t