My life is like a soap opera.Maybe it is because of my really twisted style of thinking or my ability to just take my mind to an extraordinary dimension.Or maybe,it’s just because i am a young teenager with a dream to be very famous.As a child,i was obsessed with being a child star.Well,not exactly obsessed but I badly wanted it.I can’t say I didn’t have my moments.Sure,the moments when I was held aloft high in the air and cheered as the hero of my football team,the times I was called out as the best student in my class and I had to walk to the front of the auditorium to receive my result to the glare of an admiring crowd,the times[two] that I was awarded the Most Valuable Player of football tournaments in the two secondary schools I attended and many more.The trends certainly showed this little kid as heir apparent to child stardom.But with the ups came the downs.None more so than my shattering love life.Of course,my 3-year academic demise is still something of a mystery to me;a disappointment that cannot be adequately quantified.From best student in my highly competitive class in my junior days and the one many other students either looked up to or envied to a total non-existent class boy in a different school with periods of topping the class and being named the best student now a distant memory.it was a painful decline and a time when nothing seemed to go well.This could well have been the grand story of my awesome drama of a life if it hadn’t been for a few girls who tipped the scales and upset the balance.Enter Anemone,Ellette,Dahlia,Technology,Daffodil,Veronica,Marylou,Lilac,[not real names].

     It all began when I was a naive seven year old boy[believe it or not!].I was very easy going,playful and perhaps a little good-looking but unfortunately[or fortunately] short.I was just making the transition from a virtual close-to-the-top class participant[i just couldn't stop being fifth position in the class] to one of the top competitors for the Honours Roll[more like class Hall of fame for the best student in each class and having your name written down in gold on the special board].Then came the first of the lot;Anemone.She was one hell of a girl and the kind that everyone calls the girl next door.She was drop dead gorgeous with a smile that could light up the whole of Paris on a stormy moonless and light-less night.I don’t believe anyone in class didn’t take notice.It was impossible.And so I liked her a lot and she was good company.We became fast friends and we were mostly seen together.She was such a good footballer and she scared me when I came up against her on the football field.Time went by and we got even closer.It got so much that a classmate of mine reported us for being so close.He got rebuked by the teacher anyway for being so mean.That was all we needed to get even closer.During extension classes,we would finish our work for the day early and go out to play football with each other.When we got exhausted,we would sit on the balls and just talk.It was wonderful.Also,She happened to be the chief cheerleader of the school team.There was a song she used to lead whenever we played matches that always inspired me.Sometimes,i would just stop on the field and stare at her as she sang happily while coordinating the other cheerleaders.She was quite a character.Despite all this,I was a coward.i didn’t know what to think.I really wanted to just tell her what she meant to me but i just couldn’t.I still remember the sinking feeling in me to this day as I watched her go on the last day of Primary school knowing that I may never see her again and also regretting that I had never told her how I felt.Well,that was just the beginning of a long list of regrets…