You Hurt Me
I think I was in primary 4 when it all began.
Beaula was obviously a pretty little girl and so was I a handsome little boy on the other hand 😁.
We began to relate closely and more fond of each other. We'd come to school together, play together and even share our snacks.
We were often seen as siblings but we had no blood relation what so ever.
You could call it love at childhood, but we know little about it's true meaning then. We were just friends, closer friends. She was always around me, yes. But that doesn't mean we were always together.
So it happened that we were playing during one of those short break times in school when I roughly stepped on her foot with my full weight unintentionally.
Immediately, she released a slap on my forehead.
Her eyes were filled with remorse because she didn't mean to slap me but in reaction to the pain, she did.
I didn't expect the slap, not from her. Though I knew it was not her intention to retaliate with a slap, I couldn't forgive her when she begged.
I left her when the bell which marked dismissal rang. She ran to me on my way and grabbed my hand, but I shook it off. She recoiled and her face lost colour.
Her parents came to our house the following morning to ask about what transpired between us that had left their daughter in a bad and unhappy state throughout the previous day.
We walked to school together after they tried settling it. She was still sad and I uttered no words to her nor did I crack my usual jokes.
I looked at her face and it was gloomy, I stretched out my hands to her.
She was amazed and grabbed me at once, she grinned and said sorry softly.
I looked at her and with a smile I told her that I was still angry at her despite.
She brought out the biscuits she had in her bag, we shared it and then I forgave her.
Beaula was obviously a pretty little girl and so was I a handsome little boy on the other hand 😁.
We began to relate closely and more fond of each other. We'd come to school together, play together and even share our snacks.
We were often seen as siblings but we had no blood relation what so ever.
You could call it love at childhood, but we know little about it's true meaning then. We were just friends, closer friends. She was always around me, yes. But that doesn't mean we were always together.
So it happened that we were playing during one of those short break times in school when I roughly stepped on her foot with my full weight unintentionally.
Immediately, she released a slap on my forehead.
Her eyes were filled with remorse because she didn't mean to slap me but in reaction to the pain, she did.
I didn't expect the slap, not from her. Though I knew it was not her intention to retaliate with a slap, I couldn't forgive her when she begged.
I left her when the bell which marked dismissal rang. She ran to me on my way and grabbed my hand, but I shook it off. She recoiled and her face lost colour.
Her parents came to our house the following morning to ask about what transpired between us that had left their daughter in a bad and unhappy state throughout the previous day.
We walked to school together after they tried settling it. She was still sad and I uttered no words to her nor did I crack my usual jokes.
I looked at her face and it was gloomy, I stretched out my hands to her.
She was amazed and grabbed me at once, she grinned and said sorry softly.
I looked at her and with a smile I told her that I was still angry at her despite.
She brought out the biscuits she had in her bag, we shared it and then I forgave her.
