The Seat We Sit On (HFS #1)

seat #1

For someone who is not eager to listen to the teacher, the sole purpose of the seat I am sitting on is to keep me away from boredom. I can write on it. Doodle against it. They may paint it new, but it will end up getting stained by me. Chair is where we rest and slump our back on. In my case, it is my slave as I navigate highschool life with scribbles.

"Ma'am?"

The old teacher continues to write significant dates against the blackboard. Her every move is followed by the scratching noise of the chalk.

"Ma'am?" I call her for the second time. Never did she halt nor look at me.

I yawn loudly. My eyes squint at what she's writing. Ah, boring and repetitive series of events from I don't know which history of.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. May I go out?" I ask, raising my hand as if she can see me from behind.

She faces the class in a slow, tensed manner and searches for me. Her strict eyes behind the spectacles meet mine. I lower my hand and smile awkwardly.

"Fine, Miss Mandeville. Just make sure you go back to the class after five minutes," she responds. A triumph smirk escapes my lips. Finally!

Banging my head to the beat escaping through my earphones, I walk under the humid rays of the sun.

The song is currently rocking my mind endlessly, its harsh and aggressive tune lifts my mood up. It suddenly makes me want to have a late night drive down the street recklessly, with a rock song coming through the stereo, and a violent whisper of the air that'd make my hair be blown wherever my strands could reach. Checking my phone, the title pops on the screen --- Crooked by G-Dragon. Yeah, we're all fucked up!

It is currently nine in the morning and the atmosphere just feels so sleepy, more so, hearing the lectures about history and laws.

Paulit-ulit na lang. Mahina ang utak ko sa memorization at wala akong oras para sa mga pangalan at petsang nagkalat sa mga reviewer. Sigurado naman akong sisitsit din lang kay Owen sa pagsusulit kaya bakit ko pa sasayangin ang kakayanan ng utak ko sa pag-iintindi ng mga bagay na kakalimutan ko lang din kalaunan?

Na-inspire tuloy akong tumambay sa likod ng campus matapos magpaalam na magbabanyo dahil sa tawag ng kalikasan.

Alibi.

I click my tongue, but not in annoyance. I sure am as hell that a triumphant grin escapes my lips. I'm a little spoony sometimes and it's nothing to be proud of, just being thirsty of the thrill has me always included to complicated situations. Who cares? I'm signing up for fun.

Humakbang ako papunta sa likod ng abandonadong building. The structures of its two floors are all made of wood. Some parts of a window are left hanging, as if they would fall anytime soon. Some cobwebs are visible, a sign that no one had cleaned it ever since. The roof made in an ordinary iron is already rust itself. They're preparing it for the renovation so there are no students lurking around here, except me.

Nasa pinakalikod na ng Collins High School ang kinaroroonan ko. Tanaw ko na rin ang may kataasang pader na nagsisilbing boundary dahil university campus na ang nasa kabilang bahagi. Rinig ko rin ang mumunting mga hiyaw at ingay mula sa kabilang ibayo ng pader. Maybe some college students cheering for their basketball boys.