I came across this blogfest on Rachel Morgan’s site and thought that although I’ve still got 1000+ words to write before I reach my daily word count target for nanowrimo, I’m gonna take some time to reminisce about the year I turned 18.
And at first, I came up with nothing.
For approximately 0.001 seconds, I panicked.
What happened when I turned 18??? Surely, there was something!
Then, the memory fog lifted and I remembered. And immediately regretted the recollection.
The year I turned 18 was when I entered Lower 6th Form and detested it. It was only bearable because one of my good friends was in the same class. He sat in the row in front of me and everyday, I admired the back of his nicely shaped head.
That was also the year that I decided to take fate into my own hands. Who would’ve known that as I was deciding this bold move, so was he.
An annual dinner for those entering Lower 6 was planned and of course, a group of us decided to go together, we’d be eachother’s dates. Said good friend was in the group along with some of our other friends from my previous school who weren’t in Lower 6 with us.
I remember that night – the dinner was held in the supremely posh ballroom in the country club. Everyone smelled of expensive perfume and hairspray. The boys uncomfortably clad in suits. The girls in slinky, swishy dresses. I’d taken great pains to look sophisticated.
Midway through the night, I saw him leave the ballroom and decided then that it was now or never. I searched for him outside on the patio but didn’t see him. It had started to drizzle. I started to head inside when I heard familiar voices ahead of me and tentatively moved towards them. For it sounded like a them not a single person. As I got closer, I identified them as my good friend and another girl from our previous school. Their heads were close together. And they were no longer speaking.
I turned away and quickly went in before I got drenched in the rain.
The year I turned 18 was when I decided to tell my good friend I’d had a crush on him for the longest time and perhaps ask him out on a date.
The year I turned 18 was when I found out that he loved someone else.