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I talked to me English teacher during my lunch time.
I let her read a few chapters that I finished for my book.
She read the chapter about the last day of the main character in seeing
the girl he admires most, the jeepney girl.

*I'll post it soon.


So, our conversation went like this.


My English Teacher : *laughs* You know, I never thought that you would
write something like this. I mean... It's so realistic. You can really feel
the emotions. The sadness, happiness, excitement... everything!

ME: Of course. Actually, I made the story follow the flow of our time.
Maybe that's why you said that it was realistic.

Teacher: Yeah. I noticed that ,too. How did you come up with this stuff?
I mean, If the reader can feel the "emotions" then that could mean they're
feeling your emotions when you were writing this. If the chapter is full of
happiness, then the writer could be happy. If there's sadness, the writer is sad.

Me: Yeah. I guess...

Teacher: This chapter... The main character was sad because the girl he liked
will be leaving. Come to think of it, he wasn't even able to tell what he felt
to wards her. Now that's sad.

ME: Ma'am, to be honest, the main character was confused with his feelings.
He wasn't sure if he still liked the girl. But he still felt regret. He couldn't do
anything. He just thought of those times they spent together, even though
they weren't really together at that time. He thought of that "kiss."
He was convinced that he loved her very much. And by just thinking of this,
without even knowing, a tear fell from his eyes.

Teacher: In other words, he was crying.

Me: No.... Yes? I don't know. Look, I was depressed during that time
so I thought of a chapter so I could let go of my depression. I write
the chapters of the story and it follows the flow of our time and the flow
of my emotions. Just like what you said a while ago. I have to "feel" what
I'm writing. I have to let it flow with my mood.

Teacher: So, when you were writing this chapter, you were crying,
weren't you?

ME: ..... I was... I was Laughing and Crying at the same time.
I was laughing because, how can a stupid story affect me so much?
I mean, it's just a story! And yet I feel like it's killing me slowly.
I was crying because, it was true. The story was true.


Then I stood up. I said I have to go. I heard my teacher say something.

Teacher: I'll be waiting for the next chapters. I want to know how the
story ends.


I left the room.