All Chapters of Into Pieces: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As they said, we are the author of our own story. We are the protagonist in our life. We can choose to be strong, fragile, easy-going, or nobody. We are the master as we hone our strengths, understand our weaknesses, and conquer our fears to build our masterpiece, our better selves.I used to play a lot when I was a kid. I think that’s part of growing up. You will learn how to accept challenges, strategize, learn from your mistakes and failures, and celebrate winnings and success. Life is a game and every day is a battlefield.I was one of those random schoolboys you met in your school doorway, the guy who sat on a park bench, a customer wh

A for AmbiguousFlashback10 years agoI was walking in the hallway carrying a sandwich bag and a can of soda. I was looking for a perfect spot I want to eat my snack with. I found a line of the empty bench facing the baseball court. No one was watching the practice game aside from a girl staring into the abyss. I never saw her before. Is she a transferee? She’s not focusing on the game, and I guess since the player made a home run, she didn’t even flinch. I took a seat, one bench away from her. I don’t want to be a nuisance since I think we want some time alone.I opened my soda and took a mouthful bite of my sandwich. This is what my high school life looks like. It’s not boring. It’s just peaceful like I want it to be. I have friends, but they’re not like those frien

C for ComplimentFlashbackI’m on my way to school when I saw a girl around my age wearing our girl’s school uniform. She’s outside a car talking to two big guys wearing suits.“Could you please stop following me around? It’s so embarrassing when you’re tailing me the whole day.” Her sweet voice didn’t have any hint of annoyance. It was calm, and it was melodic.“I’m sorry, Miss. We just want to follow your dad’s order,” said the guy in his suits.She sighed.“Then please change into something casual. Your looks got my friends intimidated,” she requested.Her two bodyguards looked at each other like they’re talking with their eyes.

D for DesiderataWe were in that position for five seconds, but it feels like it’s been five years.“They’re gone,” she said as she stood up while fixing her skirt.My arms felt numb, and my heart almost went out of my rib cage. I sweat like an athlete running for 10 laps in hot noon. I can’t feel my legs, and I tried to stretch them, but they felt so soft and wiggly. This was the first. The feeling is unfamiliar, and I'm not too fond of it that I overthink it this much.“I’m sorry,” she said.She sat on the grass again and started to clean up the board. She flipped it and put the pieces inside it one by one. Her wavy brunette hair covered almost her face making it impossible for me to see it. I felt weird. It feels like if I don’t see

E for ElatedSunday for us is where we should spend our time together. My mom always cooks food, but Sunday is her exception. My dad and I decided to have barbeque today. We were having trouble with who should cook and who will set up the backyard.