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22 -°COME-STAY-WITH-ME!

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•SALOME ALAN•

My thumb gently rub the golden credit card in my hand continually like it can seize the confusion in my head. Like it can assure me that what I saw isn't what I tame it to be.

I couldn't stop the rush of euphoria gathering in my body as I dragged my somewhat heavy bag to tell my dad goodbye. Normally, he'd be in his study, sorting out one thing or the other but today, when I entered his room, he was in the bathroom, directing me on where to open and check for his credit card just so I can spend in camp as much as I want.

It was at that point, as I opened one of his bags that my eyes caught something strange. A gun liked shape peeping just beneath his brown wardrobe that made me froze instantly. I wasn't sure what I saw but when I heard my dad's voice again, asking me if I've found the card, I couldn't help staggering backwards like I've been caught seeing what I'm not supposed to, the whole file in the transparent file I was holding slip and fall lifelessly in the process.

I could sense my dad switch off the shower, preparing to come out and my breathing quickened for reasons that I'm still not sure of. My eyes scan through the stack of papers littered on the ground, not taking me up to five seconds before I spot the gold card, picked it, and spattered out of the room. I tried turning back, just to clear my head and be sure of what I saw but I couldn't just attempt it with the level of fear that gripped my body.

"Victoria high?" The driver's voice pull me out of my trance. I shoot up my head from the card I'm holding, stammering that it's my stop. The driver has probably stopped a while ago but my thoughts are just too clouded to even notice that he's already in my location.

"Yes -yes sir," I stutter, pulling my bag as I stumble out of the BRT bus. The driver narrows his eyes to look at me, probably wondering where my head is. I step down, right in front of the familiar gates of Victoria high school. I'm backing the big bus but I hear it zoom off down the road.

"Okay, here we go," I mutter to myself, heaving a deep breath and pushing back the unusual scene that occurred earlier. I'm relieved, I won't lie. I'm also sure before I get back from the trip, my head would reset and I'd be sure of what I saw. If possible check my dad's room again.

Adjusting the thick straps of my heavy bag, I make my way to the entrance and into the reception room.

The vibrancy from my classmates just as I push the slide door leading to the field make me smile. From afar off, I can see them all in casual outfits- skimpy clothes according to Zara- their bags lingering around them as they engage in chit chats and squeals. I sigh softly, making my way to join the scattered queue. And maybe eyes search Zara.

My hands suddenly feel clammy as I approach the rest of my jovial looking classmates, not only for the fact that they abruptly turn their attention towards me but also adding that I am going to camp. There's no doubt that they're just surprised since it's the first time I decide to partake in going.