The complete saga of a girl who was full of youth and health and promise, disintegrated right before the author’s eyes.
Attitude and wrong choices destroy a life sooner that expected.
RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES
Christine Y. Guinacaran
She was a pretty, quite plump, dark but rosy girl of about sixteen. She had straight shinny hair. A picture of health and youth. But she looked very defiant. Even in the first day of class, I could feel rebelliousness billowing around her like a cloud and decided in my mind that if I wanted to be strict, I should not aim directly at her. She was a girl to be left alone or else, she would not think twice about humiliating you.
She was seated at the back, the only girl amid the throng of bullies who had oily faces, long untidy hair and smelled cigarettes. They were her allies. They joked with her, she joked back- the only people she smiled at in class. The rest received her scorn.
I sometimes called her attention for tardiness but I was always careful not to look affected by her impudent look. I tried calling her aside for her attitude, and she was very angry with me and silently sneered at my advices. The guidance people were also powerless to do anything with her for she was very arrogant.
Then she became very irregular in her attendance and whenever she attended class, she behaved more disrespectfully and defiantly than ever.
Once, her policeman brother visited school and asked me about her. So I told him about her class performance trying my hardest to sound very objective, pointing out her absenteeism, tardiness and non performance. Her disrespectful demeanor , I did not emphasize, yet I tried to convey to him that her total class performance was very low. The brother told me that she was their youngest and the only girl in the family. They were all professionals already, and this girl was supported by everybody and she was just a bit spoiled. He told me to just understand his sweet sister, because even to their mother she behaved that way. She was just a little willful.
During the whole interview, this girl was making faces and giving treacherous eyes to anybody who passed near our table. She was bad mouthing somebody in a low voice, and I couldn’t quite figure out whether it was directed to me or to her brother. Then, when the interview was over, the brother took money from his wallet, I think one hundred pesos and gave it to his sister who snatched it from his hand and went away without saying anything.
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