It was an ordinary morning.
“Get up Juliana, you will be late for school”, said mom as usual.
“I know I am late and that is the reason I do not want to get up; besides, I do not want to go to school today”.
“Not ready for the lesson?” asked my sister.
“You better not interfere. My business in only mine… and mom’s too.”
“Hurry up. The breakfast is on the table.”
“Mom, I am not… going”, I said and was about to make myself cozy under the blanket when…
“Don’t make me angry. Why don’t you want to go?”
“We are going to write a chemistry test and I am not ready.”
“Not ready? Strange, it is very strange to hear you aren’t ready for the lesson.”
“Mom, but…”
“You should go to school, you must go.”
“You never understand me, mom.”
I went to school, it was physics but my mind was overfilled with thoughts about the chemistry test. My bad mark was spinning in my mind.
The lesson of chemistry came.
“Start Juliana, start writing the test”, I was talking to myself.
One of the students passed me a crib. “Hmm… the right answers”, I thought happily.
I folded out the crib and read: “Julie, help me to solve the problem with octane and hexane. Vahe.”
“I am not up with mine, Vahe”, I wrote back.
“I know you are up, pass me the right answers”.
“I have nothing to pass.”
The lesson was coming to end but I had written nothing. The lesson finished.
I could hardly make myself stay till the end of the school day. When I got home, I started crying.
“What is the matter”, asked mom.
“Nothing, mom. Just got an “excellent” mark from chemistry. I am crying with happy excitement”, I said ironically and went to my room.
Some three hours passed. The phone rang.
“Hello”.
“Hello”, answered mom.
“It is Mashinyan.”
“Yes Mr. Mashinyan. How are you? Is everything OK?”
“Guliana has a bad mark for her chemistry test.”
“How?”
“I think she is in love. Talk to her, please.”
“I will”, agreed mom in surprise. Then she came to my room.
“Talk to me.”
“About what, mom?”
“What is his name? Tell me, I will understand you.”
“Who’s name? I thought that it’d be better to be absent for the lesson than get a bad mark.”
Mom had not understood me. I put on my clothes and came out, hoping to find someone who would understand me.
Wrote at 15 years old age
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It was an ordinary day. When I came home from school mother told me:
“Julie, the dinner is on the table, eat, then do your assignments. Also, take care of your sister.”
I was six, my sister three.
“Are you leaving, mom?”
“Your dad and I are visiting granny and we are in a hurry…”
“Aren’t we coming, mom, sis and me?” I asked crying.
“We will be back soon, you better stay at home, do your lessons. Sis will be playing.”
“OK.”
They left. I seated sis beside me at the table and said:
“Now dear we’ll have dinner, then we’ll play.”
I took the spoon and started staffing sis. She cried; maybe she was not hungry at all.
“Please, dear, don’t cry,” I said.
Sis did not say anything, she only cried. I could hardly calm her; what else could I do for her?
“Diane, let’s play. Come on.”
She did not say anything and I thought she was not against. I went to mom’s room, took her bag, put on shoes and earrings. I looked like a young mother. I came to the dining room.
“Here I am Diane, I am now to be your mom and you-my baby.”
I took mom’s lipstick, used it.
Sister looked at me in surprise. I took the distant control set and gave it to her.
“Kid, you hold this phone for a moment, I have to go shopping.”
I went to the next room, our shop.
When I came back, I only found a battery left from the set.
“What did you do? Now, what will I say to mom?”
Just at that moment the bell rang. I opened the door; there stood dad and mom. They looked at me in surprise: I had mom’s dress on, there was a new bag in my hands, my mother’s new bag. My sister was in the dining room, breaking everything; I had many assignments to do.
Nothing interesting happened then, but now when I stay alone at home, I keep quite.
Wrote at 15 years old age
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“It is necessary; you must…” (The school)
I am in the ninth grade and have always had excellent marks but now I feel like not going to school. I am tired. I spend some five to six hours, then hurry to my Armenian studies, return home, prepare the homework for the next day. Then I read the assigned book until my eyes close completely.
My parents constantly remind me of the necessity to study hard to be able to enter the university and I do my best.
I finish my home tasks at ten in the evening and open the door of my room.
Father meets me there and says:
“Do you want to watch TV?”
At that moment I stare at the TV with nostalgia and say:
“I am very tired, I better got bed to be able to go to school tomorrow.”
Wrote at 15 years old age
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“Girls, tomorrow is the first of March, the first day of spring,” I said to my friends.
“Finally, the cold winter is over,” said one of my friends.
And we were talking and walking home from school when suddenly I said:
“Can you imagine that boys will give us flowers tomorrow. I will tell you something but please don’t tell it anyone. Yesterday I heard that David talked about flowers, maybe they want them for us?”
“That would be nice,” girls agreed unanimously. Me, I was sure we would get flowers. So we departed. When I went home I told my mother:
“Mom, I heard that boys had decided to give us flowers for the first of March. I heard a conversation David and Hayk had.”
We didn’t speak about it anymore. It was morning. First we congratulated each other and I went to school. On the way I almost already smelled the flowers. I couldn’t wait to get to school.
I entered the classroom, everything was as usual. There was nothing extraordinary. The boys were near the window; they were talking, while the girls were waiting. Two or three lessons passed and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Flowers, where are the flowers, David?”
“What?”- asked David surprised.
“Don’t ask him anything,” girls said. “Don’t you see they want to surprise us?”
“OK,” I said and bluntly changed the topic.
Lessons passed but we didn’t receive the awaited surprise. I came home; I was in bad mood. But suddenly I saw flowers and a card on my table in my room. The card said: “My girl, I congratulate you on the first day of spring. I wish you to be always beautiful. Your father.”
Of course, I was very happy, but the flowers were not from the boys. Later I found out that David and Hayk were planning to get flowers for their girlfriends. I couldn’t sleep all night.
“I will not listen to other people’s conversation ever again, or if I do I’ll make sure I listen to it carefully.”
Wrote at 15 years old age
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