The Tale of Youth: Teenage crush and friendship
“Student council members can be nominated for vice class president!” Meng raised her voice as she spoke, unaware that what was to follow would bring her a storm of trouble.
This all started back at the end of the last semester, with a rumor that seemed to come out of nowhere—Feng liked Meng. Feng’s good friend Lin even talked to Meng about it, hoping she wouldn’t affect Feng. But at that time, Meng was still very innocent, naive, and optimistic, not taking any of it to heart.
However, Meng was the class’s League Secretary and received a lot of attention, so some people inevitably began to harbor suspicions. After all, for kids around fourteen or fifteen, a rumor is something “fresh and interesting.”
Feng was a student council member, a boy with a reserved personality and steady demeanor. Meng tried her best to smooth over the hurt that the rumor had caused him. Who would have thought that in the process, some things got out of control? She gradually developed feelings for Feng. She liked doing things for him, liked hearing his voice, and liked his introverted nature… This was a feeling she had never experienced before. Meng found herself awkwardly caught between a budding crush and deep self-reproach. During those days, she talked to the teacher many times, sometimes in writing, sometimes in person. She knew she should let it go and not let her affection become a source of pain.
But one day, in a moment of impulsiveness, she decided to uproot Feng from her heart. Ignoring the teacher’s advice to “let it fade naturally,” she confessed her feelings and the current situation to Feng.
Feng merely smiled knowingly without any trace of blame. But when Lin came looking for Feng, he caught only a fragment of the conversation and ran off. Meng never imagined that he would spread it around.
During that period, Meng shed many tears and learned about tolerance and patience. However, she still felt a deep sense of guilt toward Feng. She didn’t know how to interact with him anymore; she just wanted to be good friends with him, but she never expected the situation to escalate like this.
Just now, when she and the class monitor were discussing candidates for the vice class president position, a casual remark had triggered another wave of trouble—
Zheng, who wanted to run but was disqualified by Meng due to disciplinary issues, started arguing with her. Zheng sat right in front of her, so he deliberately miscounted Feng’s votes, which Meng saw clearly.
Zheng glared at her with wide eyes, tilted his head, and shouted defiantly, “Feng, 4 votes!”
“That’s not right!” Meng thought Zheng was being unreasonable—how could he misreport the vote count for personal gain? So she raised her voice unconsciously, “It’s clearly 12 votes!”
“None of your business!” Zheng retorted, unwilling to back down.
The teacher looked at the two of them, who were at each other’s throats: “Votes will be recounted. Meng, see me after school.”
As the dismissal bell rang, the students left one by one. Meng brooded: Is standing up for fairness wrong? “You…” A sigh-like voice reached her ears. “I was just…” She looked up at the teacher, who gently shook their head. Suddenly, Meng understood—it was because Feng was involved… The teacher patted her shoulder, “Girl, you have to learn to step aside sometimes. In sensitive times like this, some things are just inevitable. Tomorrow, I’ll have a chat with Zheng.”
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And so, this story that began who knows when finally came to an end.
In the story of youth, Meng is trying her best to grow up. Meng is now the same still somewhat clueless, cheerful, and lively me, and Feng is the one I once liked but have already let go of.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
