Resuscitated Hope

Love. Friendship. Fun. I never experienced those. You see, I'm a taciturn person or so they say. My name is Bianca Louise Chase, a third year student and the president of the student council, not that anyone cares though. My life is full of ennui, not until I met that obnoxious and garrulous transfer student who was born with the grungy name of Michael Grace.  I must admit, he resuscitate the old me and I am thankful to him for that.

Thursday. Foundation Day

    I was walking silently in the hallway to the infirmary to rest. I've been busy for what? Six? Seven hours? I don't quiet remember, I was working nonstop. As I turned in the corner, someone  knocked me down. She immediately helped me to stand up.

  "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry president! I didn't mean to," she said "It's just that --"

  "No it's okay, “I cut her halfway because I don't have time to hear such piffle words. "Why are you in such a hurry, by the way?"

  "Oh... Uh.. Well you see.."

  From the looks of it HE might be involved with something I do not know. I have a bad feeling about this.

  "Tell me. Is HE involved into something again?" I said between my gritted teeth. I know Michael is such a courtier. He definitely has the upper hand.

  I heard her muttered something like “, I’m so soooorry Michael! I can’t lie!” Like seriously?

“WHERE IS HE?!”

“Near the fields!”

And I left her without a thought.

As I approach the location that was given to me, I saw many students gathering around and I immediately knew how terrible the affray was. There were bloods and both parties are wounded.

   “STOP IT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” I know I sounded like a mother. Pfft, I don’t care. They acquiesce like I thought. “, You guys are rambunctious! Haven’t you heard the word shame?!” I heaved out a sigh and continue. “, Both of you will be under surveillance. But before that, follow me to the infirmary. I’ll have your wounds tended.

   After they vociferated inside the infirmary, for their wounds are no joke, they followed me silently towards the Chairman’s office. I stopped right in front of the Chairman’s door and knocked politely.

  “Come in, “I heard her say. She was wearing a conspicuous coiffure and a beautiful babushka. “I’ve been noted by someone about the accident. Your decision was correct Ms. President, I must say. So in a month, you will be observing Mr. Grace. And tell Mr. Valdez that he will be in charge of the other student. Since Ms. Hamilton gave us to the notice of absence, he will be the assignee for her job.

  “Yes Ma’am. If you will excuse us then”

 “ Oh. Yes go ahead,” she said while smiling.

We left the office without a word.

Michael’s POV

 Ugh. This will take forever. The hag will give us a bloody harangue! Ugh. Tsk. I want to go home.

Oops. I’m wrong there’s no such ranting speech. I’m glad! Oh yeah. I still have to pack my things. I don’t want to leave.

When I arrived at the house, the chandelier greeted me with bright lights, so did my entourage. I will go tomorrow night to Korea to fix some problems in my father’s company. I don’t know for how long. but I’ll be back for Louise. I’ll tell her tomorrow. Yeah. I will.

The next day, I ordered an assemblage. I have the power because the chairman is actually my cousin!

 “Hey guys!” I said through the microphone “I just want to announce something before I leave for Korea tonight.” I sighed. This is it “Bianca Louise Chase. I know you’re listening. You simply can’t leave me alone because of my punishment. I just want to say,” Breathe in, breathe out “, I love you. If you’re thinking that I am feigning this, well you’re wrong because I’m dead serious of this... I’ll be waiting at the rooftop after class. So better think of it”

   That was that. The claque that was formed for me clapped, though I know they’re jealous. As I exit the auditorium, I saw Louise standing by the door. The sight of her made me smile. She’s shocked as I thought.

I passed by her, restraining myself from hugging her.

~AFTER SCHOOL~

“I am glad that you came. So what’s your answer?” I asked, my heart beating so loudly. I know we have some kind of rapport somehow, but talking to her up close makes me crazy. Please tell yes, please tell yes.

  Instead of answering, she hugged me. O-kay. That made me froze. I’m so happy. Tsk. I’m becoming a gay.

“I will wait for you,” she said in a whisper. It was enow for me. I really love this girl.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a year of furlough.” I said while laughing.

~A YEAR LATER~

The lovers from before rendezvous at the same rooftop where their first love bloomed, slowly reminiscing their sweet past and resuscitating their long awaited love story.