“About Myself” (About Me)
So...I'm Kristig. I'm terribly forgetful; even now I don't remember what I wanted to say. Fine, that's not important. What's most important is my heart, which is always bothering me; with the smallest thing I get emotional. I like to dream. I’m a person of my word. That's not that bad because what I say always happens. If you want, you try it too, it's a good thing. You won't regret it. Again I forgot to mention I was born in the year of the dog, that seems to be the reason why I am a loyal friend, but also, blows from my friends hit me hard. Like a dog, I talk a lot. My astrological sign is the lion but I don’t know why, I don’t like dominating people. I like to watch football. For football players I like David Villa. I like “Valencia” simply because that’s where he plays football.
Wrote at 14 years old age
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What should I say? Smile, smile, smile. This is how Maria is. The smiling girl who has a big sorrow in her heart. But despite that she is smiling.
"Maria, come on, let's go for a walk."
"I can't. I have to take care of my mother and clean up the house. Oh no, I haven't even done my homework."
She has a sick mother. The care of the entire house is on her shoulders. But she smiles. When I enter their house it is sparkling clean. Maria is quite weary. But still she smiles.
"Mom, let me finish my homework and we can go out and get some fresh air together."
Maria finishes her homework and takes her mother out on a walk. She returns to a weary home, but the important thing is that she always smiles.
Wrote at 14 years old age
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“An Episode from Maria\'s Life” (About Me)
At the restaurant go right, then left and straight. On the left-hand side are two schools attached to one another with a common yard. Yes, and that second school is ours. It's a good one, no? Now look at the neighboring school and its condition—and then look at our school. Ours is pretty; it even has a water fountain inside. Yes, yes you heard right, we've got a water fountain inside our school. Right next to the water fountain we go upstairs and...
"Oh! The principal! You see! We're late to class! Now what do we do, Asya?" I asked nervously.
"Come on, let's very calmly pass by."
"Good."
We walked by carefully—
"Stop for a moment," came the voice of the principal.
"Why, hello, Ms. Vanesian."
Meet our principal, Silva Vanesian. She's a good person; we don't know why we're a little afraid of her.
"And why are you late?" she asked us in a stern voice. "But we're not late," Asya threw out at her with a smooth tongue.
"She's right, we've come an hour early," I added to get her out of her bind.
"So the rest of the students are an hour and a half early. Why are you late?" the principal retorted angrily.
"Look, Ms. Vanesian, according to my watch it's 8 o'clock," Asya said showing the principal her watch.
"What does it show? That you haven't adjusted it for the time change? The entire population of 488 students came at the right time but the pair of you came late."
"Fine, okay, we're very sorry, please let it slip," said Asya putting on an innocent face to persuade the principal.
"I'll let it go under one condition, if you can tell me when the city of Nor Hajn was founded, and when our school was founded."
"What?" muttered Asya.
"I'm listening…" said the principal in a serious tone.
"Nor Hajn was founded in 1959 and our school in 1960," I said.
"You're right, and you're lucky that you're clever. Now you're free."
It's a good thing I attended the class about the story of our city.
Wrote at 14 years old age
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"Asya, Asya," Maria entered the room yelling. "What are you shouting about?"
"You won't believe it, I've fallen in love."
"Maria, it seems to me that I've also fallen in love."
"Asya! Who is it?"
"First you tell me."
"No, you first."
After a bunch of fighting they decided that they should write his name down on a piece of paper, then swap papers so that they'd learn the boys' names at the exact same time. They wrote the names down and swapped them. Now, imagine Maria's face when she opened up the piece of paper and in big, pretty letters she saw the name of the boy that she liked written down.
"You like Jamal?"
"Yeah, and it looks like you do to."
Both of the classmates simply liked Jamal. He was Kurdish and lived a couple of houses away from Maria. When the girls realized that they both liked Jamal they became enemies. They both went down into the schoolyard to steal Jamal's heart. They wore pretty dresses, their mother's heels, and were made up in their mother's cosmetics. The boy didn't understand any of it. He liked them both the same. But all one of the girls needed to do was make one mistake and she’d get put down by the other in front of the boy.
A while passed and little by little they grew bored with Jamal. After this they became even better friends. And in fact, Jamal turned them into his close friends as well.
Now Jamal is in Maria and Asya's class and as before lives several houses away from Maria. The girls are again wearing pretty dresses, and already wearing high heels and putting on make up. They're adorning themselves not for Jamal's sake but to impress one another.
Wrote at 14 years old age
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