MYS 3
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"Woi! Why are you guys taking off your clothes in class?" exclaimed a voice that came from a girl with short hair similar to a boy's appearance.
I automatically looked back and saw some of the boys taking off their clothes in unison.
"Change your shirts. We're going to the rice fields. You're a girl changing clothes in the toilet over there. This is our class, boys. You're a five-year-old girl, step aside." said the boy with black curly hair like curly noodles but no egg yolks, so I don't know. What I know is that his name is Budiman.
The girl with short hair and a masculine style is called Annalia. She sat next to me, in the front row.
Seeing Anna, who was still glaring at the boy behind her with her hands on her waist, I was sure that a civil war would break out soon.
Annalia is a frontal type of girl, doesn't like small talk, if she doesn't like it, she will say she doesn't like it and will defend her belief even with violence.
I was wondering if his mother might have been pregnant when she wanted to have a boy but instead a girl came out. All my life I've only met this type of girl like Annalia.
But Anna is so cool. At first glance, Anna does look like a boy. Thin. Flat chest. Height above the average girl class. Moreover, there is a lot of fine hair on the top of the mouth like a mustache, only to convince others to think that Anna is a boy. Stefie said his name was a baby boy or whatever it was called in Thailand. Who cares?
"Come on Ann, let's just give up. Come out." persuade me.
Stefie had already run away with two other girls. Just the two of us in class. Going up against seventeen guys with just the two of us isn't such a good idea. Moreover, this is still MOS. I don't want to make a bad reputation at the start of school.
"You can't. They are outrageous. You can do that, ask permission first to change clothes. Don't pretend to be cool and show off your big belly like that." Anna said still in a high tone while pointing at Budiman who had a distended stomach.
"Losing doesn't mean losing Ann," I said as I pulled him out of the classroom.
"If they apologize nicely, I'm out." Anna glared at Budiman. Which, of course, was answered back by the guy with the unclear curly item. I could feel an invisible electric current from the eyes of the two children.
"I'm not wrong." blurted Budi did not know himself. I don't know if he started the war.
"Come on Ann. It's useless to face that one crocodile." I said, still trying to pull Anna with full strength which I finally wanted to take her out of the classroom after struggling to put out her energy.
"Just so you know, look at that in the top corner there is CCTV. It's not a shame if the BK teacher sees you not wearing clothes in class." I said again to the boys before leaving the class.
And finally, one by one the class boys came out following me and Anna behind.
As we have been told, today we will study in the field, aka the rice fields behind the school. All the children were wearing sports jerseys.
However, Anna still grumbled, it wasn't clear what she was swearing. I'm not too bothered. After all, the boys were ashamed of themselves and changed clothes in the toilet in the end.
The rice fields owned by the foundation turned out to be very wide. Coincidentally, it's planting season. So, we kids have just been told to make some kind of report about the activities in the fields today.
Many farmers are busy planting rice. There is also a senior brother in a special uniform who is participating in planting rice in another paddy field. Around three special squares with a sign that says 'AreaPractice'. About three supervising teachers were watching on the side of the rice field a bit far from our location.
One day I'll be there too right? The practice of growing rice.
Just imagining it made my head spin inexplicably.
It's not that I'm afraid of mud or heat. It's just, how are you...
My hair is so long that it reaches my ass, and it would be complicated to have to tie my hair and so on. Because basically, I'm not the type of girl who wants to be complicated, who prefers activities with minimal energy except badminton.
My dream is to become a badminton athlete, even if it's just a school-level champion, that's okay. Because to become a national athlete, I never passed the selection.
Sad? Very.
But life must go on.
I still haven't given up on badminton.
I was chatting with one of the farmers to make a report when I heard a commotion from the front. Which was a bit far from where I was. The Budi is getting annoyed. The item boy doesn't have any wits to work with other children.
"Please, keep it away from me. It's ticklish." exclaimed the Caucasian boy named Jonathan while covering his chest with his two hands when Budi brought an eel full of mud to his face.
"Yeah, bro, you're just as scared as eels." teased Budi while twirling the eel. Making the mud splash all over Jonathan's body.
"Not scared. But amused. And you mad!" Jonathan shouted and ran away.
The shameless Budiman even chased after him. Be the action of chasing the unclear in a narrow rice field bund.
They don't seem to notice that there are many other children in the narrow rice fields and are forced to step aside when Jonathan runs away like being chased by a madman. Until it finally arrived in front of me, then...
Cheeky..!
I fell into the field.
My body was covered in mud from top to bottom. Luckily, when I fell, it wasn't in an area with rice seeds. And, luckily again, it wasn't my face that went into the mud of the rice fields first. But, my long hair?
"Sorry." squeaked Jonathan smiling as he held out his hand towards me.
I had to accept his hand. Not to go up again, but to pull him down like me. Yup, I don't want to be ashamed of being alone. Smears full of mud all over the body it's embarrassing to wear. I want these Caucasians to know the taste, even though the main suspect is Budi being cranky.
"We're even, okay! And I can get up on my own." I said after the Caucasian child was also in the same condition as I was full of mud from the fields. He just stared at me blankly. Idon'tcarebro.
Without any difficulty I returned to the rice fields, straight to Budi who was grinning at me like a stick pocky-pocky.
-TBC-