I took another sip from the coffee on my mug. It's Saturday, the cloud bursted in tears. That's how life works at times, reminding that it's fine to break out, even the clouds cry when it becomes too heavy.
I planted myself on a chair, raising both of my feet intertwined above the table with rapt attention on the view outside.
I wiped the foggy window using my hand clenched into a fist trying to discern more of what's going on. Nothing, just grey things and shadows walking to and fro on the road. I stared a little longer and got tired of the grayness.
I sat my mug on the table, vapor rising from the creamy liquid inside, creating a mist on the mirror.
I bit my lip intensely, just enough for me to feel the faint pain, but I didn't care, my mind was busy searching for an
The wet and cold air welcomed my bare skin, it entered in my system as dank air, it made me a little dizzy. It's the scent originating from the big air-conditioning machines all over the ceiling.The perfume of the man beside me masked the unwelcoming scent. He walked ahead of me so I just followed him. He's our driver, more like a father of two children in posture. He walked in a professional way, without his driver's uniform, I might have thought that he's someone else.He's the exact man who horned loudly about thirty minutes ago.Another quick scratch resounded on the other side of the door that I'm clutched in right now."What the hell was that?" with all my might, I tried to rotate the knob but I failed: it was also locked!
I followed the lead of Rave, she's holding the edge of sleeve down my wrist. I'm scarcely paying attention to the things around while captivated on fastly typing on the phone.The environment felt even colder right now.The conversation promised a temporary respite of time, courtesy of unclear vision of this man I'm talking at, we're currently trying to picture out what are the succeeding events after the gunshot, he pleaded for my help, I just can't say no now that I have this gut feeling that I can help him.But it seems like the main problem was he can't hold clear phantasm, making it harder for me to figure out what was the real case.I closed my eyes for more or less than three seconds to regain touch of the things that happened earlier.
I put my foot above the table whilst sitting lazily on the gray painted chair.Time check: it's 6:45 AMI don't usually do that, but today, I decided to be Alyana. I'll try my best to be her. So I wagged my feet in a slow tempo, my stares are pasted on the blank space of the wide and elegant wall.I just arrived in the classroom, nobody's here yet, maybe because it's still early. And let's take into consideration that today was Monday.I took another sip on the bottled juice tightly clutched on my hand.Thirty minutes of silence had passed and finally, I heard faint thumps and rapid taps of the shoes along the corridor just parallel to our room. It grew louder and louder until I realized that the raps we're already reverberat
"What's taking him too long?" I uttered while looking at the door. It's been almost twenty minutes but Kervin had not come back yet. In my head, I'm contemplating the possibility that he won't know the slip and turns around the campus because he's new in this place.Simultaneously tapping my hand on my lap and swaying my feet over the other, I can't steady myself."This sucks!" mumbling as low as I could, I clutched myself to take a stand.I'll go get him. It's like I decided wrongly about commanding him to buy me something, ALONE.There's something in me that tells me that I have to make it quickly.Striding smoothly along the spaces between the chairs, my classmates moved aside to give me a broader way. 'Cool' I
"A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V" The atmosphere should have been so deadly if only Hero was not a real-time crazy, his mood swings are extreme. Just like right now. Look at him, he's singing the alphabet song! He's still holding my wrist of course, and I'm still tagged behind him. The shoe scratches that resounded at my back are no longer present, it gradually ceased plus the noise of this kid in front of me somewhat overpowered the sound. He's acting as if nothing happened two minutes ago, like he didn't shouted at me. "W X Y and Z" he continued, I slapped my palm lightly on my forehead while shaking my head. Maybe there's not only one spirit fused on his body. But, sometimes we must not give up on our inne
I'm laid on the bed while bandaging the wound on my fist when I suddenly thought of opening Alyana's phone again.I fixed the materials I used to clean the wounds, it hurts but the pain was manageable, I don't regret having them anyway.I fixed myself in an Indian sit. The phone felt cold on my palm, I clutched it tighter to ensure a solid hold on it."Where should I enter right now?" I ran my fingers to my chin, thinking further. I'm already glued in thought when, suddenly, a furry thing flew on my hand with its sharp nails shown, slashing thin lines on the mood.Its bright eyes are dilated establishing a fierce aura, it fled its paws as if hunting for a rat on my lap."Just a hair pin, little one" I hoiste
Someone was dragging my hair into the abyss of what appears to be a deep pit. My eyes adjusted to adapt with the dim light barely coming from several holes on the wall. My arms are lifted up to jerk out the massive control over my head."Good morning, Alyana!"That voice snatched me back to reality. That dream was intense, beads of sweat are shown on my forehead and nose tip even with the cold huffs coming from the air conditioner."Tarn is here to greet you too" Rave, who's sitting with a wide smile on the edge of my chair, lifted up that furry thing. She even efforted to give it a name huh? Fine, let's call it Tarn.Upon landing it on the blanket, Tarn made it's way to me and rubbed its hairy cheeks to my arm. Rave giggled on the attitude displayed by the cat.
The light flickered a couple of times. The mirror was shaded with white lines reflecting the glow from the blinks whisking rainbows along my lashes.He finally clicked the switch of the series of bulbs."Done!" Jared, that kind lady caged in a handsome body giggled while saying that.He fixed my hair in a professional way. It's in a high bun with a wrap-around braid. He kept it loose to recreate a little messy outcome. I love it!The girlish me inside want to shake him and make him realize that he's amazing, but, "thank you" that's the only phrase I uttered, surprisingly enough to make him smile widely.I'm standing right now in front of the mirror, the reflection shows a fully dressed and ready to attend the grand ball