The Girl From Yesterday Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I’m way different from when I was a kid.

In other words, I was more of a brat than I currently am.

Back then, if I wanted to hang out with a girl, I came and made friends just like that, easy. Only now that I’ve grown up, I have the habit of fidgeting around before women.

That’s why sometimes I just sit there and reminiscent about my glorious past with unconcealed jealousy and yearning.

Even now I can still remember that day when my family moved to a new place. I was just a kid that time, around 7, 8 years old or something. The new house was prettier and has far more rooms than my old one. The day when we just moved in, I was in high spirits running all around the place. That time my mom hasn’t given birth to Phuong, my little sister, so the house felt really s.p.a.cious.

It got boring playing by myself, so I went out to watch the vehicles pa.s.sing by.

Then I spotted a girl playing sand castle by a pile of sand in front of the adjacent house. She was around my age, her hair was tied into a twin tails that shook back and forth.

Even when I curiously drew closer, she still didn’t notice, and kept on digging.

Standing there for a while, I raised my voice:

“Hey!”

The girl jumped and turned back. She looked at me with widened eyes.

“Is your house here?”, I pointed at the house with the pile of sand.

She nodded, her eyes still inspecting me.

It was our first encounter, so I didn’t have anything to say, I grumbled to myself for a while then asked:

“What’s your name?”

She replied with a small voice:

“Tieu Li”

I laughed:

“Does that mean peeing into a cup?” (TN: This is a Vietnamese pun/word play)

Tieu Li frowned:

“That’s not it!”

Saying so, she angrily returned to playing sand castle.

She made me a little embarra.s.sed.

I circled to in front of her and sat flatly on the pile of sand with a thump, saying:

“Can I play with you too?” (TN: Now please, I know my site is R18, but you people better not think darky darky with this)

She didn’t even bother answering, but kept focusing on digging the sand.

Seeing that, I got fed up and just dove in playing, not caring to ask. I dug a really long tunnel with all I got, it went through the pile of sand. After a while, my hand touched Tieu Li’s hand. I immediately grabbed those fingers.

Tieu Li giggled:

“You scared me! Let my hand go!”

I still squeezed her hand:

“Say that you’re not mad at me, then I’ll let it go!”

“I’m not mad anymore!”

I laughed and let go of her hand.

And that’s how I made friends with Tieu Li. Easy, you people see?

Then it was Tieu Li’s turn asking me questions:

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Thu”

“Did you just move in?”

“Yeah I just came in today”

Tieu Li laughed:

“I’m just asking for fun because I already saw your family moving in this morning”

I widened my eyes:

“If you saw me then why didn’t I see you?” (TN: I know there are more fancy ways to word this, but these are kids talking, how come an 8 year old knows fancy way of speaking…right?)

“I stayed inside the house, how could you see me!”

I raised my voice like an adult:

“That means you were peeping on me. Peeping isn’t good!”

Tieu Li pouted:

“I wasn’t peeping. I looked through the window!”

I snorted:

“That’s the same thing to peeping. Next time you have to look through the…front door!”

Seeing me acting tough too much, Tieu Li didn’t dare to argue back.

She sat there playing with the sand for a while then said, admiring:

“Mrs.Tu Map’s house is really pretty, don’t you think?”

I was surprised:

“Who’s Mrs.Tu Map?” (TN: This is a nickname of this woman. It was basically built by combining that this woman is the 3rd child and she’s fat)

“It’s currently your house. It was Mrs.Tu Map’s house before”

I frowned:

“I don’t care about that! If it’s my house now then just call it my house!”

“It’s a habit already”

Tieu Li said with an apologetic expression.

Seeing her seemed to be gentle and docile, I said:

“I just moved in so I don’t know anyone, I only know you. If you have anything fun to play, count me in!”

“Okay”

Tieu Li nodded, her mouth curled up into a friendly smile.

Seeing her smile, I suddenly yelled:

“You’re missing some teeth!”

Tieu Li flinched closing her mouth and turned her head to a different direction.

I nodded, acting all understanding:

“Maybe you ate too much candies!”

Seeing her not arguing, I continued:

“Next time you have candies share it with me, I’ll help you eat them all!”

Tieu Li nodded again, but this time she didn’t smile broadly anymore. She smiled to me with her eyes.

That day I went home feeling all excited. I turned in bed all night thinking, I wanted to see if I can bully Tieu Li in any other way than “baiting for candies”. I thought about all sorts of things, anything seemed interesting, and gladly concluded: girls are really stupid!

But that’s a conclusion of the past. Right now I made a different conclusion, less exciting: girls get smarter as they grow, while guys turn stupid!

That’s the reason why, to me, making friends with girls nowadays is a d.a.m.n difficult thing to do. For example, with Viet An.

My cla.s.s has 40 people in total, with ¾ being all guys. There’s just a small group of girls, sitting in a lump at the firstmost 2 desks. (TN: Not American desks, these desks are 3 times the width of an American school desk)

‘We’re endangered species’, the girl were being arrogant and ridiculous! They just lump together all day whispering and giggling, not paying us guys any attention even a bit. Among them, Viet An is the ‘worst’ one.

Viet An is the most beautiful in my cla.s.s. That everyone admitted. Viet An herself…also admitted that fact so she all the more showed cold att.i.tude towards our eyes of admire.

Every time a guy tries to start a conversation, she always replied properly. But her form of speech was something appropriate, polite, formal, not showing a bit of emotions. That said, none of us guys have the guts to mess with her.

Pessimistically speaking, her prideful att.i.tude is such an eye sore! Optimistically speaking, the more a girl looks like an eye sore the more she seems…cute! That’s why I’m in misery! The worst thing is that, since the first time seeing Viet An, I suddenly realized that from now on I won’t be “free” anymore. I think about her all the time, not just her gaze, her smile, her hair but even the name Viet An has become so close and strangely familiar as if I had fallen in love with that name since…my previous life! Sometimes when I sit alone, thinking about Viet An I subconsciously call her name and that sweet sound always give me a strange loving nostalgia and excitement.

Unlike other girls, Viet An wasn’t moving up from lower grades. A few years back, she was studying all the way in Nha Trang. This year, she followed her family and moved here. Right at the beginning of the school year, Viet An suddenly appeared in my cla.s.s and since then has been “disturbing” the quiet lives of us guys. (TN: Nha Trang is a city)

Because her “background” is so special I never had the time to wander around and get close to her. Then cla.s.s periods blankly pa.s.sed by like a stream. And I’m like the leaves falling into the water, every once in awhile turned my head looking at Viet An feeling all upset.

But they usually say that “adversity is the mother of wisdom”, in the end I thought of a way to make friends with Viet An.

I was writing an essay that day.

When there’s 15 minutes left, my cla.s.smates turned in their papers one by one. Anyone who turned in their papers can leave.

I’m the type that’s good in Literature so I only needed half the time to finish the exercise. But I sat there and kept reading it again and again, not turning it in yet. During that time I stole glances to Viet An’s direction.

She was still writing endlessly, not seeming to stop soon. So I kept sitting there biting the pen waiting.

Then when the last drum resounded, Viet An hurriedly jotted down some last few lines and brought the paper up to turn in. Then, she held her bag and walked out to the door. (TN: Most schools in Vietnam use a big a.s.s drum instead of bells to mark periods)

Viet An sits at the first desk on the opposite side, I’m at the first desk of this side, which is near the door, that’s why if she wants to leave she’ll have to go pa.s.s me.

Right now, there are only a few people left inside the cla.s.sroom. Every single one of them were writing with great focus, not minding their surrounding. Ms.Huong was arranging the papers. The scene was perfect for my “dark plan”.

As Viet An walked pa.s.sed me, I grabbed the pen and splashed the ink onto her back. In an instant, the back of Viet An’s hem was filled with dots of ink. She had no idea and kept walking straight forward.

As I saw Viet An walked quite far away, I turned my papers in and dashed out following her.

Mid-way, I caught up with Viet An. She was walking with Hong Hoa.

I called out:

“Viet An!”

Viet An turned back, surprised:

“You called me?”

I pointed at her back, “snitching”:

“There’s ink all over Viet An’s shirt!”

Viet An was half doubtful. She turned back and looked but couldn’t see the back of her hem. She turned her back to Hong Hoa:

“Hong Hoa is there anything?”

“My G.o.d!” – Hong Hoa yelled, bewildered – “There’s ink everywhere!”

Viet An had a worried expression:

“Is it a lot?”

“Not too much, but it runs all the way down…”

Mid-way speaking, Hong Hoa yelled suddenly:

“That’s right! Somebody really splashed ink on your shirt!”

I acted it out and nodded:

“Yeah! Someone played a prank!”

Hong Hoa said:

“Do you know who splashed the ink?”

I shivered:

“No! I don’t know! If I knew I would have…punished him!”

Holding Viet An’s hands, Hong Hoa said:

“Don’t worry! Find eau de javel at home and wash it out” (TN: eau de javel = bleach)

Viet An mumbled:

“What a weirdo doing this!”

I walked by her side, my heart jumping, there was guilt and satisfaction at the same time. Guilt because Viet An was worried about the shirt more than I thought. Perhaps she’s afraid of her mom. Satisfaction because I got to walk with her and converse with her “legally”.

Feeling thankful for me caring for her shirt and mostly I declared to “punish that certain f.u.c.ker”, Viet An was more open to me than usual.

The three of us happily chatted about the essay just now as we walked until Hong Hoa and Viet An made a turn to a different direction.

That night I couldn’t fall asleep thinking about the incoming beautiful days. The first step was easy so the next ones would go smoother! I imagined tomorrow when I entered the cla.s.sroom, Viet An would greet me with a smile filled of affection. Then I would also happily return it with a smile full of…affection. After that, the two of us would chat away endlessly, not separating, before our cla.s.smates’ eyes of jealousy and admiration.

As I thought about that, I suddenly jumped up and turned the lights on. Then I squirmed around before the mirror practicing…smiling. I practiced 6 styles in total, each of them was filled with affection. Nearly an hour later, only when all the muscles of my jaws went into the right, smooth motion that I turned the lights off jumping on the bed and…continued to stay up.

Next morning, on the way to school, I reviewed a lot while walking, not homework but…the 6 styles of smiling.

As I poked my head into the cla.s.sroom, I met Hong Hoa. Not even letting me open my mouth, she pointed at my forehead, threatened:

“You’re doomed! How dare you splashed ink onto Viet An’s shirt?”

I turned pale:

“No way! Who spread that rumor?”

Hong Hoa squinted her eyes:

“What are you dodging it for! Chieu Minh saw it obviously!”

Chieu Minh sits at the second desk of the other row, next to Hong Hoa. Seems like she was also one of the people who stayed behind till the end. She probably saw my naughty behavior by chance.

Just thinking about that misfortune made my blood run cold, I hurriedly lied:

“That’s not it! Chieu Minh must have mistaken me with someone else!”

Hong Hoa seized my wrist:

“It’s already like this and you’re still lying! Come here and talk to Viet An!”

She dragged me towards the girls’ desks row while saying so.

“I’m not going!”

I shouted and broke away from Hong Hoa’s hand, dashing outside the door.

I dragged my feet out on the yard, cursing Chieu Minh in my mind. Only until the drum resounded, did I crawled back into cla.s.s and returned to my seat.

On the other side, Hong Hoa looked at me, and threw me a big snort.

But screw her, this nosy chick! I only care about “my” Viet An.

Viet An was jotting something down in her notebook. She’s not even glancing at me once. That made me really upset. Right now I suddenly want to hear Viet An scolding, even badly insulting or at least snort at me big time like Hong Hoa. That would make me feel less guilty. But she kept a straight face, showing that I’m just some f.u.c.ker, not worth her effort of caring.

I was limp the whole morning. The beginning step is done for. Thinking of those affectionate smiles I practiced in the middle of the night, I’m ever more mad at myself. Not knowing how to relieve myself, I turned to ‘thin’ Hai sitting next to me and gave him three smiles.

My “quiet” smile was so effective! I only gave him 3 styles yet he widened his eyes:

“Why the h.e.l.l are you so affectionate to me today!”

Listening to his comment, I regretted even more. But no worries – I pumped myself up – there are many ways! The elders taught me already!

The whole next month I couldn’t face Viet An.

Until one day, during break time, I mustered up and walked up to her. Right now everyone already dashed outside, only Viet An is left reading a book.

I cleared my throat asking:

“What’s Viet An reading?”

She looked up at me:

“It’s ‘Giamilia’”

“Is it good?”

“Yeah”

I spoke, chickening out:

“Let me borrow it when you’re done!”

Viet An nodded and went back to reading.

Not knowing what to say next, I stood there for a while and walked away clicking my tongue. What a prideful chick! – I thought feeling upset – but at least she’s not holding a grudge for the ink! That’s good too!

Two days later, Viet An lent me the book. She said:

“Keep it in good care okay!”

I laughed:

“Rest a.s.sured”

She said again, with a straight voice:

“Remember not to splash ink into it!”

My guts twisted, I stuttered:

“No…Not happening!”

I said with a deep red face. Turns out she didn’t forget my “crime” the other day. Dammit.

But I’m not dumb enough to splash ink into her book. This time I’ll go with a different “operation”.

Before returning the book, I wrote two lines of poetry from Nguyen Binh on the first page with my best hand-writing:

Sunny or rain, it’s G.o.d’s illness.
But loving you, it’s my illness. (TN: No. Stop. Do not tell me to make it sounds poetic cross-language!)

Despite trying to calm down, when I gave it back to Viet An, my hand still trembled. Luckily Viet An didn’t notice. She took the book and put it into her bag, not opening it.

That whole day, my mood was sloppy like a boy waiting for his final exams results. Thinking about my bold action, I was half happy half worried.

Next morning, I didn’t dare to come to cla.s.s early. I waited for the drum, when my friends were lining up, and squeezed into the rear.

During cla.s.s, every once in awhile I stole a glance at Viet An, to see if she shows any difference. But she kept sitting calming making me wonder if she saw the lines of poetry I wrote in the book.

During break time, I stayed in cla.s.s on purpose to see how Viet An solves my “love puzzle”. As I expected, Viet An raised her voice calling out:

“Thu!” (TN: Actually text is equivalent to Thu-san in j.a.panese)

I nervously walked up to her, my mouth curled up into the first-style of smiling. But Viet An didn’t even bother looking at me. She took out the book ‘Gimalia’:

“What the heck did you write on my book?”

I shyly replied:

“Just Nguyen Binh’s poetry!”

She rebuked:

“Who told you to write Nguyen Binh’s poetry in here?”

I gulped down my saliva:

“n.o.body told me! I thought it sounds great so I wrote it!”

“Next time you find good poetry write it in your book not mine!”

Saying that she held the book out in front of me:

“You buy me a new one!”

I would dig a hole and bury myself if I could. But the ground was too hard I couldn’t dig, so I took the book and walk away in one breath, feeling deeply embarra.s.sed.

During all the other cla.s.s periods, I couldn’t squeeze a single word into my head. I kept cursing Viet An to get hit by lightnings, by car, drowned in the river, or even all three is better. Only then, would I be satisfied.

That afternoon, I rode my bike to every single bookstore, determined to buy that G.o.dd.a.m.n “Giamila” so I can “throw it into Viet An’s face”.

I was hyped thinking so but that’s it, the next day I saw Viet An, I turned into wet noodles.

When I gave her the new book, I couldn’t look her straight in the eyes:

“It’s compensation for Viet An!”

I spoke stiffly. Then not waiting for Viet An to say anything, I walked away.

But Viet An called me back:

“Thu!” (TN: Again, actually text is like Thu-san in j.a.panese)

I turned back and looked at her with worries mixed into surprise. Could it be that the book is tore somewhere, and Viet An isn’t taking it?

Seeing me stood there dead frozen, Viet An smiled:

“Come closer!”

I walked to her in bewilderment.

Viet An put her hand into her bag and took out the book “The white ship”, giving it to me:

“You read this too! It’s also from Aimatov! It’s really good!”

I took the book thinking that all of this is a dream, not understanding one bit. Viet An babe, are you intending to spin me around like a cricket?