As always, my father drove me to school. I was going to school earlier than my friends. So, my solution to effectively use my time was to read novels while waiting for them to arrive school. After a few minutes, my friends started to come one by one to school. Eventually, all of us were together and talking about trivial daily things. Then our lesson started. The lesson was Makers and we went to the second floor of Block B building. The classroom was very cold because the heater was out of order. But I was not feeling the cold so my friend Mia wanted to wear my coat. And I gave it to her. We wrote some new codes and ran them on computer during class. While we were writing those codes, the time flew fast and the class was over quickly. After the break, she gave my coat back. When we returned to our own classroom, I felt the cold. But this was not normal because no one was feeling the cold, just me… So in reaction, I put my hands in my pockets.
Oops what was that!.. There was a piece of crumbled paper in my pocket. Also, there was a note saying “Call me!” on it. And there was a phone number with a missing last digit. I went to our Head Teacher to let me use my phone. Because phones were forbidden at school. Fortunately, she accepted my request. First, I searched my friend’s phone number who wanted to borrow my coat. The number did not belong to her. I could see that she didn’t write this note to me. Someone who knows me should have written this note and asked Mia to put this crumbled piece of paper into my pocket. But who wrote this note and gave it to Mia? First, I thought to ask about it to Mia. But it was not sensible. If that person had wanted me to know him/her, he/she would have written his/her name on the note. Then, I tried to understand him/her from his/her behaviour style. This (writing notes on a colored small piece of paper) should have been a girl’s behavior. But, why didn’t she talk to me directly? When I thought on this issue for a few minutes, I had a guess. If she was communicating with me via notes, then our friendship was probably not that good. There was only a girl that I could not communicate with and she was Eva. I wanted her phone number from her best friend, Olivia. Then I compared the phone numbers. Yes, I was right; it was her, it was Eva!
But, I didn’t call her as she wrote on the note. I went to her class to talk to her. She was there and when she saw me she came by. She talked and I listened. She wanted to make peace with me and be close friends again like in the old days. I asked her why she didn’t come and directly say this. She said “Because I was feeling ashamed.” I asked the reason because I tried to understand whether she wanted to make peace with me seriously. We talked a lot and understood each other truly and as a result we became good friends again. Life is interesting. Sometimes a piece of paper builds a bridge to friendship so easily.
