Adriana's POV
On a fine monday morning,It is time to take a right turn from the Starbucks after a good morning coffee,to sit for Literature class.
"Put on your thinking caps children and give your pens a magic swirl on the empty canvas to write a poetry on any genre you love" announced the professor.
Daniel is sitting right at the corner seat in first row. The two heads in between us are blocking my vision.He winks at me from his seat and my lips curl up.
I look down at my sheets,when I see him engrossed in his notebook.My pen starts with a smooth flow over the sheets of paper and I began to write.
He is the first one to finish writing and submits the sheet,leaving the class.On his way out,he mouthes "See you outside".
Its five minutes before the bell rings,I stop writing,The professor ask me to collect and pile all the sheets for him and I thank him because thats what I have wanted,to be able to read what Daniel wrote about,what kind of genre he writes.
In an attempt to pick up and search for his write up,I began scrolling in the class between the rows and here I find his sheet.
"Could you help me?"
Could you help me to know a lil bit about me,help me to discover some answers to my questions,
What was my first joy,what was that my eyes first saw?
What did I first smile at? What is the first word that I learnt?
What was the first sentence that I spoke?
When was the first time someone hugged me?
When did I first understood sadness?
What was it like when I began to walk?
What was my first fear?
When did I first learn to move on?
What was the reason behind my first tear?
What was it that I first regret for?
What was the first thing that I wanted?
When did I first learn to question?
When was the first time I was able to challenge?
What was my first fear?my joy?my dream?
What is it like to have a family dinner?
What is it to have a parents meet?
When did I first learn to hate?
What was my first win?
When did I first loose?
When was it that I first celebrated?
Why can't I recall?
My memories abandoned me,
my youth is merrily laughing at my pain for the loss,
cheering at the trash of my despair and
sympathising at my failure in attempt to seek answers."
I was so lost in the pool of emotions that mere piece of paper contains that I dinot realise the class is empty and the professor is standing watching me intently with his folded arms,I was so lost that I couldnot hear the long bell nor sense the evacuated class or the task I was given of piling.
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