I’m only seventeen.

Beautiful, popular…

Actually, that was all I could remember. And oh! Ketchup. Lots and lots of ketchup all over my pastel pink blouse and skirt combo.

I was surprisingly a very active kid during my early school years. Despite my anxiety problems, I was able to perform well. And one of those was declamation. I was the resident English reader in our class, for they like it so much for some reason. And since I had no choice but to go with it. I went with it. Then the next thing I know, I got offered to be my batch representative for this declamation contest in our school.

I remember training so hard, each and every day with my class adviser. Like a play actress gearing up for her big debut. We were so serious about it, that I even sacrificed myself by smearing ketchup all over me. After that I became the Ketchup Girl in school.

No regrets though, I got the first prize. That ketchup got me good.