Informal Theme 3.4

Tete-a-tete with the girl who rather died.

It was a busy Saturday morning. Everyone are doing something worthwhile but I just woke up from my gleam of empty dream and as I did, I reached for my Looking for Alaska book by John Green which I had been reading since that night. I can be really very lazy sometimes. Incidentally, I got out of the bed, fixed it, and ran to the kitchen because it's really getting late to eat breakfast. I had pancakes and a glass of milk. I should not be talking about breakfasts anyway.

I should probably do something better than what I am doing, because then I might be able to find my Great Perhaps, as what Pudge had been telling. OR MAYBE NOT. I decided to just head to the mall, not to meet people of course but to notice and understand them. Arriving there, bunch of people were rushing through botiques and every shoppes they come and fro, oh yes, Christmas Sale. I wondered who among them had waited for this event, and those who deny about it, or those who didn't really care. And as much as I'm thinking about that, I had a milk tea on my hand and the other is holding my LfA. I tried to read it but with all the drums, calling-the-attention-of's and mall music, I just buried it on my hand.

Shortly before I even go to where I really want to, I saw a kid, lost I suppose, and he was crying hard. I mean really hard then this little girl just a few years older  with awkward dress that made her look out-of-place if it wasn't for the thickness of people, tried to cheered him up and help him look for his mother. Shortly thereafter, they found his mom and the kid barely thanked to the kid who helped him because he might have reached his ecstasy of happiness already, having been found by her mom. Okay, I thought, the odd looking girl was take for granted. Then suddenly...

"No I wasn't taken for granted Miss." She had an accent, an Italian one. She said wearing a big smile on her face that made me forget about how odd she looks like.

"Oh my go-" Shocked as I was.

"Don't use the name of our God in vain." She reminded me. I was ashamed. The accent was both funny and cute for  girl.

"Oh yes, sorry. You just scared me, that's all. I don't even mean it." I felt my cheeks go hot as I momentarily realized that I was reprimanded by a girl who waa a lot younger than me. What is really sick about it is that she can discerned what is right from wrong, which I honestly can't.

"He didn't took me for granted." She got back to our topic.

"How did you know? He didn't even thank you." I was trying to be smart.

"He looked for me afterwards but then I was already gone. He really felt sorry I know." She said. This girl really seemed familiar to me I just can't remember where I saw her.

"Oh okay, you win girl. Anyway, where's your mother? You're very young wandering alone in this huge mall I mean, you can't be alone right?" I asked. Trying to change the topic and get my dominance over her.

"I am alone. My mom was long gone and so were my brotheren sisters" She said. Not a trace of sadness can be seen from her face.

We talked for a little while, the topics had gone haywire but inch-by-inch I'm feeling pretty good, spiritually I mean, she had constantly reminded me to love God and keep my faith and all and I didn't even swear when I was talking to her unlike when I do to any of my friends. Time had past and I need to bid good-bye so...

"Hey, it was really nice meeting you kid but I really have to go, you know play some stuffs." I was considerably nice without being nice anymore.

"Okay Miss, have a good time! Never forget to pray okay? May God bless you."

"Before I forget it, what is your name again?" We had quite a while and I don't even know her name. Shame.

"Maria, Miss. Maria Goretti." She said then smiled like a good-bye smile.

"Oh funny, Maria-" She was gone and chills ran through my veins and I felt glorified and holy and all. Oh my. I had talked to Saint Maria Goretti, the girl who rather died than to submit to her rapist because it is a sin and God doesn't want it.