Chapter 1 - 5
“What would you rate that boy?” Sissy asked me.
“I say he’s a 4.8 out of 5”, I reply thoughtfully, “maybe a 4.5 actually”.
I was 15 and too young to know it was wrong to rate boys on a scale of 1 to 5. Sissy and I walked home together and talked about boys we saw regularly.
“Have you seen your 5 recently?” She asked me.
“You mean red hair, 5 out of 5, at the 5:15pm bus stop in front of ‘Toy box’ boy?” I asked as if I didn’t already know exactly who she was talking about.
Naturally, Sissy gives me a grave look and I chuckle. “Of cos I’ve seen him. He’s not a 5 for no reason”, I may have stalked him a bit here and there and yes, maybe my elder sister also knew who he was because I might’ve pointed him out to her, just maybe.
“Well I saw a 4.9 the other day but not a 5”, she continues.
Go figures, I mean this boy, whom I’ve never spoke a single word to and by far too shy to even make eye contact with, was the most dreamiest boy any girl has ever seen. He has a completely blemish-free face, thick eyebrows, tall nose, Justin Bieber hair before Justin Bieber grew up. I see him in my dreams more than enough times.
“Anyway Sissy, I’m off to check if he’s there now. Catch you tomorrow”, I said waving goodbye.
Right on cue, Mr 5 is waiting at the bus stop while I pretend not to notice him. I jump on the bus behind him and sit close enough that I can feel his presence. He smells like minty chewing gum.
One day, I thought to myself, I might have the courage to meet him.
