Chapter 3

Memories

Sitting here by the window, with some diaries by mi side I wonder what did we do wrong, I’m remembering some of the good times we had reading my infancy diaries.

It’s finally raining, a soft rain, I have gone almost every day to visit Wally, a week after his burial, I begin going every day and spending a big part of the day sitting there by his side, the first week after his dead was the most difficult one to me, it was so hard to accept that he was forever gone, that first week I used to sleep all day, hopping that all this was just a nightmare, but it wasn’t.

The week I decided to visit Wally, the soft rain started, I keep wearing my engagement ring, I just take it off to shower, and to sleep, those times it’s on it’s box.
-DIARY ENTRY- (reading)

First day at Gallagher Elementary

Dear Diary:

Today was my first day of school at Gallagher Elementary, I’m 7 years old and I’m going to start 1st Grade, I’m wearing my favorite sweater, it’s a green one, and it once belonged to Ryoichi. He is my favorite brother; he has always been taking care of me; I’m also wearing some black denim jeans and my black Converse; I brought my purple backpack.

Takeshi is entering 3rd, and Jiro 5th, Ryoichi is on 7th, Mushi is just 2 so she is staying home.

I was walking backwards talking to my brothers, they were telling me what to do next, I’m happy we all are at the same school, Junior High, (Ryoichi’s school) is across the street, I suddenly felt someone crashing against me, ad we both fell to the ground, my brothers are already with their friends.

-Hey!- I yelled

-Watch it you cruddy girl – said a boy – I’m walking here

-SOOOOOOOOOOOORRRY, BUT YOU COULD ALSO WATCH WHERE YOU ARE WALKING TOO

-YOU WERE WALKING BACKWARDS! STUPID GIRLY GIRL

This boy was incredible weird, he is a shorty, he has a terrible bowl cut, messy blond hair, beautiful green eyes thou, he ring an orange hoodie, some baggy blue jeans and white sneakers, and a blue backpack.

-DON’T CALL ME STUPID YOU JERK!

-HEY AT LEAST I DON’T NEED BODYGUARDS TO PROTECT MYSELF – he said, that’s when I noticed my two brothers, Jiro and Takeshi (Ryoichi had already entered school) were behind me with angry looks, this by walked inside the building muttering something, and I turned around to my brothers.

-I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP! – I told them and went inside the building looking for my new homeroom.

I found the room and saw an empty desk, I walked to that seat and sat down still angry and muttering under my breath, I felt someone tapping my shoulder, and when I turned around, I couldn’t believe it, it was that boy I crashed with earlier.

-Hey – he said – hum, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you earlier

-Hey - I said – it’s ok I wasn’t looking where I was going – it was amazingly fast how all my rage went away in a few second, he was being so nice, I knew from that very moment we would be good friends.

-BTW my name is Wallabee Beatless, but you can call me Wally

I giggled – My name is Kuki Sanban

-I like your name Kooks – he said charmingly, he is a tough he was fighting some other kids at recess as I was simply eating my lunch and hanging on the monkey bars.

We sat down together all day I hope we can be good friends forever.

-END OF DIARY ENTRY –

I smiled at my diary entry, I was so happy that day, and Wally began being my tranquilizer, after I met him I almost never felt Rage, or he fought it of me, he was really special

I kept reading my diaries, it helps me be calm and don’t cry every single minute of the day. I haven’t talk a word since he died, it’s really hard for me to talk, I just shake “yes” or “no” and wave hi and good bye, I basically use my hands to communicate the basics. I don’t even talk to Wally; I just sit down by his grave and stare to space, or lay down watching clouds pass by.

I’ve seen Takeshi following me, he never says a thing, he just makes sure I get Ok to the graveyard and to the mansion; Jiro worries about me and sends food to my room, as I just get outside to go to the graveyard; Ryoichi is always talking to my parents, something about a shrink for me, he believes that it will help me get over Wally, I know the 3 of them hated him, but they loved me and they were really hard on him since the day we met, they always watched him closely, he could never touch me harder than if I was a fragile rose, nor talk to me louder than if we were a library, he couldn’t even stare at me for a long time, not to mention personal space, he must be always at least a foot away from me, never closer.

Mushi, well, she is a complete different story, she always was complaining about me spending to much time with Wally, she seems happy about my loss right now, well, before she ran away with Sandy again, she and Sandy seemed to be happy about it, they had been dating since they were 7 and 8 respectively, that’s almost 10 years now, it’s not weird they ran away, they have done so since they began dating, and they come back after a few days, they went away after Wally’s burial, and they haven’t come back.

About the murderer, I don’t know who it was, I can’t remember a thing, and the police has no idea that Wally was murdered, it would be a scandal for his family and mine, so no one knows that Wally was murdered, except my family and his, not even our friends, they think it has a heart attack, and they just say “he was so young, how in the world did that happen?” but that’s all, they ask no questions.

I have two houses, the Big House, that’s the mansion, and there I spend summer, and holydays; and my department, my Small House, it’s right behind the dorm rooms of the college I assist. Big House is where we come in hard times to be together and solve our problems.

-DIARY ENTRY- (reading)

New Friends

It’s been a week now at Gallagher Elementary, I’ve got to know Wally, we are always talking to each other, he seems to be a bit spoiled, well I’m spoiled to, what I want I get the second I want, and he is exactly the same, but he fight his way to get things, he is always yelling to teachers, asking for new training stuff, we likes wrestling a lot, and he is a mean boy, today we were at PE and he suddenly began punching this guy with no apparent reason, I helped this other guy pushing Wally away and yelling at him with all the rage hidden in me, I know I shouldn’t be so like that, filled with rage, but I just am the way I am.

Anyway we started pushing each other and “fighting” not in the playful way we had fought I felt my rage raising again, I couldn’t control it, and then well I punched him hard on the face with my fist, and slapped him, he just stared at me with a confused look; I had never been so angry on my life.

-I HATE YOU- I said slapping him again and walking… storming away

I hope Wally forgives me of what I’ve done, and I also hope he apologizes for what he have done.

I walked to where this guy was and say

-I’ sorry, my friend is a bit impulsive

-Hi, NP, you are impulsive too

-HEY!

-No offense

-None done

-I’m Nigel Uno by the way, and she – he said pointing at an African American girl- is Abigail Lincoln

-I’m Kuki Ikary Sanban

-Ikari?- said Abby

-Yeah it’s Japanese for … hum … anger, literary

-That’s funny- said Nigel, I frowned at his remark

-Abby thinks the name fits you, but Kuki is better.

(I know I’ll be laughing at this someday I read it, but that’s how I met them, I know we are going to be good friends)

Oh yeah I’ve decided I won’t talk to Wally until he apologizes for his behavior.


-END OF DIARY ENTRY –

I smiled at this, my cheeks hurt when I do, it’s from my silent weeks I know it, I haven’t talked nor smiled for over a month now.