all clad with white tops talking and laughing, endlessly. My friends were already outside,
except for one. There's always that one friend everyone has, who is late for completely
everything. As a result, I stood there, tapping my foot while everyone dashed for the
staircase. Only after ten minutes did my friend grace me with her presence. Upon looking at
the lethal expression on my face- capable of impaling a dozen people- she smiled. Cheekily.
Naturally, my face contorted in unadulterated rage. But she, knowing me for two years,
now, just chuckled and said "Come on, you depressing soul". And naturally, again, I forgave
We ran for the Astroturf like utter lunatics and believe me, 'lunatics' is putting it mildly.
Very mildly. With the luck we had, I was positive that we would have to go back to class
with our heads hanging low. But fortunately, the gates were still open, radiating welcoming
invitations which of course, we accepted graciously.
Half of the girls present in the yard had already formed a wide circle; some of them forming
a line in between, dividing that one circle into two semicircles. When all of them positioned
themselves correctly, the teachers sent the rest of the girls- including me- to shape the last
two lines that would ultimately form what is commonly known as the 'peace sign'. Then,
the girls who were encircling us were instructed to hold each other's hands. At that point,
I looked around. I saw their faces: some confused, some annoyed. They were baffled at the
idea of holding hands. At the whole picture of acting like seven-year-olds in some childish
story they read ten years ago.
Whatever their reactions were, in the end, they did. All of them did. They held hands. I saw
girls holding hands of girls they had once loathed. I saw girls who only saw each other in
the hallways but had never gotten the chance to know the other person's name , grasp
hands. I saw the beginning of friendship, the obliteration of hate. And for once, in what felt
like another lifetime, I felt serene.