There’s a moment in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dream and hug them for real,there’s a saying goes. To tell the truth I seldom have a sense of missing as strong as the saying goes,except when I think of a pretty girl, Lee. Well there is not an absurd story like what’s on in the cinema on the screen happened on us: no misunderstanding, no misapprehension, no incurable diseases and no fatal separation. The only contributing factor of my feeling is the long long history of our friendship.
I was familiar with Lee when I was almost a little baby holding in Mum’s arms, and we became very good friends with each other- and another girl, Jane- after we went to the same primary school. Though we three were in quite different classes (Lee’s in Class 1, I’m in Class 2, and Jane is in Class 3. Sometimes that’s our laughingstock.) , we worked and studied together in and out of class. I’m sure all my extracurricular teachers have remembered once there was a triangle portfolio in their class, made up by three girls. All of us were very good in studying, had perfect English skills, and a good commond of hobbies, that made us different, at least in our opinion then.
All good things come to an end, the saying also goes. We had to facing our separation when we were in Grade Nine, the most sorrowful thing was, we had quite different views on choosing our high school. Jane and I decided to go to a famous private school, accept strict education in order to achieve our goal, studying in the Ivy Schools. We wanna to be elites in the future and then we must go to the elite schools to accept elite education, but Lee didn’t. She would like to go a common high school then she’ll have enough free time then degenerate- in our opinion. At last we said farewellto each other.
For few years later I always think of Lee. What’s her life like now? How is she now? I’m not privy to these questions. These days I received Lee’s postcard from Egypt, she stands ahead the Great Pyramid and laugh happily indeed. The only question I thought of at that time is, did I do a quite right- or elite choice when I select my high school?
I was familiar with Lee when I was almost a little baby holding in Mum’s arms, and we became very good friends with each other- and another girl, Jane- after we went to the same primary school. Though we three were in quite different classes (Lee’s in Class 1, I’m in Class 2, and Jane is in Class 3. Sometimes that’s our laughingstock.) , we worked and studied together in and out of class. I’m sure all my extracurricular teachers have remembered once there was a triangle portfolio in their class, made up by three girls. All of us were very good in studying, had perfect English skills, and a good commond of hobbies, that made us different, at least in our opinion then.
All good things come to an end, the saying also goes. We had to facing our separation when we were in Grade Nine, the most sorrowful thing was, we had quite different views on choosing our high school. Jane and I decided to go to a famous private school, accept strict education in order to achieve our goal, studying in the Ivy Schools. We wanna to be elites in the future and then we must go to the elite schools to accept elite education, but Lee didn’t. She would like to go a common high school then she’ll have enough free time then degenerate- in our opinion. At last we said farewellto each other.
For few years later I always think of Lee. What’s her life like now? How is she now? I’m not privy to these questions. These days I received Lee’s postcard from Egypt, she stands ahead the Great Pyramid and laugh happily indeed. The only question I thought of at that time is, did I do a quite right- or elite choice when I select my high school?
