Red Notebook: Entry 1

Contents of a Red Notebook

ENTRY 1:

I am… We are… and You…

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Let us refer to ourselves in colors, the shades that best describe our temperament. There are just so many to describe a color in words...

Dreaded Grey, ever moody like the constant changing of weathers — bright  and sunny one moment, dark and gloomy the next. Unpredictable and serene that it was almost angelic but far from being one. Her regular companion a notebook with scribbles that one dare not peek into and for doodling things like this:

Bloody Red, sister to Grey but the other half with a temper that it was advised to run for cover when she snaps. Loves bad luck, is a perfectionist but very messy. She’d demand, dictate and contradict to no end. Has a natural tendency to blurt out what she thinks, a tongue razor sharp she could cut glass.

Royal Blue loves purple for its meaning, DEATH and Mourning. Has a constant wish of dying, or the annoying people around her will do, usually, it’s the latter. Her favorite curse has always been “I will kill you!” and breaks rules at every turn. However, no one woud risk contradicting with her fondness for sharp objects.

 

Let us start with their day, just like any other day. A school day in fact, so early in the morning that it was a headache having to wake up at a godforsaken hour to avoid traffic and still manage to arrive late. But it was a regular routine, so regular that it was become mundane.

However on a rare occasion, neither was late, as the first class was due to start in the middle of the morning.

It was a bright and clear day with the usual chirping birds, blue skies, and warm sun. The bustling and hustling of busy bodies on campus was a familiar age-old scene best not to include in history with the cackling laughter of mischievous groups to the determined looks of the top nerds.

A busy but lazy day and the same pattern of before-school sessions. Students and teachers are to occupied with themselves to have noticed several juveniles climbing over the fence to get to the other side. Already skipping school before it even began.

Reverting back… yep, it was just another day.

“That guy’s cute.” Blue indicated, although her expression said otherwise.

Her friends turned. “Huh?” Both wondered at the same time. A common enough occurrence between twins. It had creeped out several but Blue was used to it.

“Don’t you think that kid is too young for ya?” Grey asked, considering that the kid was only a year or two younger than them. Its gold. She noted, seeing the strip of golden yellow at the bottom of his ID.

To better explain it, the school had a color coding system. It was easy enough to understand, unless the student switched Identification Cards then that’s another story.

It was:

Green for the Freshmen.

Gold for the Sophomores.

Blue for the Juniors.

Red for the Seniors.

And they were in the latter category.

“I didn’t say I like him.” Blue scoffed, brushing her hands at the back of her skirt as she stood up.

The classroom. A place for learning, where one studies to achieve a certain goal in life. To them, it was best described in one distinctive word—

“Here we go again.” Grumbled Red as she trudged along behind her friend and sister to the noisiest classroom there was in the entire building. “Onwards to the circus.”

Circus. That was the word. There was enough racket to have at least a dozen monkeys in a zoo let loose in such closed space. If anyone had a better suggestion, then they were up for it.

First classmate to introduce to the scene, let us call her… Saturday – derived from her last name which rhymed with the weekend. The type to worry about everything even though it doesn’t concern her, and literally drop everything onto her. It gives her something to worry about.

In other words, a BIG worrywart who thinks she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders and just by solving them everything will be fine. Unfortunately new ones just keep popping up. Partly from us!

Grey nudged them at a certain direction as they headed to their seats, at the very back of the classroom to avoid the full brunt of the circus act ensuing. “Look at her.”

They turned their gazes at a brooding Saturday hunched over something on the second row middle isle. Three textbooks, a pad and a notebook were spread out on her lap and arm desk.

“Is it already the end of the world?” Blue inquired, doing a sudden downward strike with her elbow, fist clenched.” Yes! Everyone dies now!”

“It’s the end of hers.” Red drawled towards Saturday.

Second to enter the scene, considered to be a good friend but had an unusual tendency to do the spaghetti dance, twirling up and down, an act she actually does when she was all ticklish and giggly over her latest crush, or when she was simply excited over something. Hence, the nickname Hetti. The ever efficient and charismatic Class Treasurer who couldn’t seem to stop with the long explanations of various things, like the seemingly endless list of payments the class had to fund.

“Hi, girls!” Hetti greeted as she stood beside the trio.

“Hey.” Blue replied.

They started chatting for a while until, “Oh, by the way… I need to ask for your payment in some things like for the cultural dance costume fund, and the… there also the… and then… oh, almost forgot also for the…”

Blue sighed, turned away and rolled her eyes. Ookaayyy… So I think I got lost in the payment part.

Me too… Cringed Red.

As Hetti continues enumerating the three stare at each other.

Did you just say something but not actually say it? Green asked, frowning slightly at Blue and her sister.

Well, it could be my imagination but did I just hear what you were thinking? Red answered back with her thoughts.

Blue grinned. So we can read minds… great! She cheered and went on to picture themselves.

A huge plate of spaghetti with a bonnet and a gun pointed at the three of them popped into mind.

Blue winced and shook her head.

“Wasn’t that debt from last year’s?” Grey interrupted the ongoing financial homily, peering over Hetti’s shoulder at her list in hand.

The petite girl shrugged. “Well, yeah, but Priss wouldn’t let it go just like that.” She replied apologetically, although she had nothing to do with it. “So better pay up or she’ll be on your case again.”

Grey sighed in exasperation. “Let her. She’s too chicken to do it herself anyway…”

Now the mention of a third classmate, and no other than the Class President. Her nickname derived from her very rank in class, a status she upheld for two years straight – since no one else wanted to carry the responsibilities teachers heaped upon the officers. Priss, the Class President, she’s also very prissy to the point it gets on the nerves. 

There was a debate on her name, whether this one or from her hairdo, Shi Tzu, the small dog with a fountain hairstyle most master seem fond to give it.