The-most-beautiful-girl

I feel I owe cherry and myself recording the days , good and bad, we shared; the smiles and the tears we took to heart.

Time erases everything of yqyb. my memories of cherry have been already fuzzy, and they at some point in the future will only be found at some corner of my mind covered with dust ,or even worse ,beyond recognition. I know if i don't act now I might regret losing them one day.

I am not very much of a writer, I remember that going through essay writing part was always a nightmarish experience during my school days. I can only try my best to find the bits and pieces in my relationship with cherry, but i can not put them together in a chronological order or organized fashion.

here is a day that stood out:

cherry had been in this new city thousands miles away from her home Jjyp, perhaps, for months. despite others helped and were helping her a lot: her mom's friend found her a place close to her school to live in ; a chinese student who happened to be taking classes from the same teacher was her personal translator now , otherwise cherry 's piano classes with the teacher would be impossible for her terrible english; and I of course was trying to take care the rest of her worries. cherry missed home.

I could somehow understand that cherry missed her family , the people , or the mere hustling in lpsp, for she 's got few people to talk to but for the girl and me and she was never a person who could go through a day quietly on her own.. so that one day she wanted to go to the chinatown , which was located downtown, hoping to experience the missing part of her life since the day she came to this new country. i reluctantly promised her that i would come with her that weekend.

it was saturday finally, cherry was a smart girl in many aspects-- she could see my unwillingness on my face, I never liked a crowded place, especially it was filthy as well( such a hypocrite i was) but she just pretened not seeing it at all, she was really eager to go to the chinatown. to buy some preserves was just one reason of the trip.

here we were at the yybj subway station, just as cherry dropped a ticket and was ready to push the turnstile to get in, i said: " i am not coming." " why? you said yes," cherry managed not losing her cool for maybe just two seconds, and it was silence between us. all of sudden , cherry exploded . what followed was storm and lightning, i was literally yanked onto the escalator leading to the exit and then passing round glass-walled waiting area for picking-up and dropping-off passengers. I knew cherry well when it came to her temper, i knew there was nothing i could do but try not to make a scene on my side , i just let her yell at me, kick me and punch me. there were people watching us all the way , then we were onto the parking lot after crossing the driveway . " embarassing" was the only word on my mind and I just did not want it to get it any worse, hoping this was going to end as quietly and quickly as possible.

now both of us were standing beside my car, i tried to drag her into my car so that it was kind of a little private, at least that's what i thought. then came the climax of our drama: a security guard in uniform. materized from nowhere( he must have come from the complex , which was right beside the parking lot ,which housed a few government txcp agencies as well as a few private enterprises ) , as we both watched this guy approach us in surprise and trying to figure out " what the hell this guy is going to do to us?" . the man walked straight towards me and stopped a few feet away asking" i was told that you were hit, are you ok?". his sympathy was not unfounded , besides the accounts he was given by the others who witnessed eariler on, he must have seen a small part himself , and last, look at the two guys standing in front of him: i was a guy of average height by chinese standard and thin while cherry was a tall girl and seemed to overpower me easily with the big bones she inherited from her father in her body. all of a sudden, i found myself trying to fight my tears back, but it was not because i was overwhelmed by this guy's overflowing sympathy for me on his face and in his voice, i was simply overcome by the feeling of embarrassment . " how could this be happening , i looked like being beat up by a girl and this guy came to my rescue!"

the well-intentioned security guard left and cherry ended all this by telling me" i was scared!" , and i said , lucky it was not a police officer.