The year went by rather fast but there were many conflicts and slight problems that I can still remember. First, there was the fan in our class. Ken, being as naughty as he usually is, decided to play a little football/soccer game in class and kicked the ball a little too high for comfort. The fan took a direct hit from the ball and slanted in a weird direction. Ever since that day, we all sat in fear in class during lessons, anticipating for the fan to drop.
The second biggest conflict was the fight between Ken and Aden. Aden had become the new class monitor and was really a responsible one. He took care of the class quite well and was liked by all. But the problem arose one day when Aden made a report to the teacher about Ken's usage of foul words towards the teacher. Until this very day, I don't know the truth of that story but all I remember was the anger in both Ken and Aden's eyes...
We were all just running about in class and doing normal stuff every 11-year-old does in his/her class. Talking, arguing, laughing, smiling. Ken and Aden were standing together and talking but I was too distracted by my other friends who were laughing on the other side. Suddenly, Aden stormed out to go see the teacher and Ken was yelling after him in an angry tone. I rushed to the door of the class to see what the problem was. Then, I saw Aden and our teacher walking back towards Ken. There was so much anger in both Ken and Aden's eyes. I stood there dumbfounded, shocked at the hatred these two close friends suddenly developed for each other.

That day, the teacher punished Ken by deducting his penalty marks leaving a black mark on his records. Ken stared with fury at Aden. Both glared back at each other as though they would have bitten each other’s throats off. I stood inside the class and watched with sadness at my two most favourite guy friends’ hatred towards each other. Why had fate done this to them? A tear was about to trickle down my cheek but I strengthened up and just accepted it. After all time would heal all. Eventually, Ken and Aden began talking again but never with the same closeness they once shared. Neither could trust each other anymore and it pained me to watch all this from a close range.
“Hey, Miss DREAMY!!!” Ken shouted in a joking tone. I snapped out of my daydreaming about that year and looked back at him. “Well, if you’re not gonna be serious about this dance, don’t expect me to do so either. I’d daydream all I want!” I stated and began to walk off in a sulky manner. A hand held my arm back the way it did a year ago when I had first confessed my feelings. Butterflies started building up in my tummy. I wanted to giggle but I didn’t because I didn’t want to show my weakness, especially not to Ken. “Come on, you don’t wanna leave. I’ll be serious. Don’t go. Let’s start again and make sure we do this dance well,” he said with that smile that never failed to mesmerize me. I just smiled back as usual and warned him (half jokingly) that if he stopped focusing, I’d be marching right out the hall’s door. He agreed and we started out dance rehearsal again.
Ken and I had promised a dance performance for the Prefectorial Board’s party. We were both quite talented dancers when it came to Indian contemporary dance so we thought we would do it again after a hit performance back when we were 9. The day of the performance arrived and I was quite nervous. “Hey, don’t be worried. We practiced more this time. We’ll do great,” Ken said encouragingly and patted on my shoulder. I was panting and trying to calm myself down. We managed to do a quick rehearsal before being called up to perform. In truth, the dance was alright but what ruined it was the loose jean I wore. That wretched light blue faded denim was just a bit too loose on the waist which caused me to often pull it up during the dance. With only one weird pant adjusting girl and one dashing boy on stage, I managed to capture everyone’s attention with my weird action. The crowd started laughing and at the end of the dance, we had a loud roar which was laughing even louder. I could no longer hold the embarrassment I felt.
Would my dreams come true? Would Ken become mine forever till death do us part? Or will we go our separate ways due to fate? Tune in to Love At First Sight? Maybe, Not. Part 6 coming soon…