Trail Of Broken Dreams [ONGOING]

CHAPTER 10: THE POWER OF GLANCE

The week after the scene at the Café. I found myself still drawn to the event.

"JTB, you've class this morning right?" Jack's words echo loud in my ear.

"You talking to me?" I asked still pressing my laptop.

"Nah, I'm talking to John" He replied.

John, who is in the bathroom playing some Jams, though the door was shut, the music vibration can be felt inside the room. John came out of the bathroom with the music still playing.

"Were you saying something?" John asked, directing the question to us both.

"I was asking if you have class this morning," Jack repeated still dressing up.

"Yeah, but until 10 am," John said, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

"Ok give this to my sister and tell her I will send her the money within the week," Jack said handing something that look like a box to John.

"Not sure I will be reaching their department," John replied wearing his shorts.

"Ok no problem," Jack sighed, thinking about what to do now.

I was seated comfortably on the bed with my PC still on and watching the dialog which is soon to be a trilogue.

"Khalid?" Jack called.

I shut down my PC trying to show I'm listening now.

"Do you have class today?" Jack said hoping I would say yes.

"No, but I'll still stop by to do some stuff anyway," I replied adjusting a little.

"Ok that's not a problem, give Rebecca this," He said throwing the box on the bed.

"Tell her I will text her," He added.

I picked up the box and then switch on my laptop. Jack was still dressing in haste, the school team has a match at the University of California, Los Angeles. Jack, who has been training ever since can't wait for today to unfold. I just wish I could follow them to watch the match. I had and will always be a football fanboy. I remembered going to Uncle Martin's house to watch football league over the years.

"Bye Jack," John said as Jack walked toward the door with a bag on his back.

"Go win and more saves," I said although I know for sure we are going to win 'cause we had an unbeaten run since this season.

Later that day, I went to school. There I saw Sarah, I gave her the box Jack gave me.

"Did he tell you where he was going to?" She asked.

"No!" I answered quickly, I recalled Jack saying we should not tell her yet.

"Ok, so how was your date with your British woman," she said almost laughing.

"Date? Never had a date with anyone," I said.

"But I thought you guys hang out in the rain," She smiled.

"Oh, she told you that," I said laying emphasis on the "you."

"I mean she was saying something about her stalker and I figure it's you," She smiled again.

"Stalker? is that what she said," I replied with a shocking voice. "The two times we met were merely a coincidence," I added.

"Much words for someone who claimed to be depressed."

"Never told you I was depressed."

"I'm a good observer you know," She said looking at me who has been bleak since my initial appearance.

"Whatever, I'm heading to the club side."

"Club side?"

"Yeah, I'm a good listener you know," I smiled.

"Am I that compelling?" She asked as our eyes glance at each other.

"Ye...ah, yes.." I stammered.

"What do you say?" She asked immediately.

"Don't get too exciting yet," I said walking away.

If there is a person I've been free with since my arrival here, it definitely will be Rebecca. I can't say much but the atmosphere seems bright when I'm talking to her. Is like there is a connection making my mind free to be in the moment. Her words are like soothing fire that burns deep inside me; the laughter and her sense of humor are something we both share. It was her words that make me want to join the poetry club.

I walked to the club side. The shimmering work of art is breathtaking. There is the drawing-room, I stand by the door to have a glance. Many drawings and paintings were hanging on the wall and drawing boards. The beauty of it was how the student and artists were fully focused on creating a masterpiece.

I passed through different clubs before I later found the poetry club. I went in but there is a thing I noticed immediately, the club is fewer compared to others, but the calmness and seriousness are relatively higher than others.

I was timid when going in.

"Khalid, you are a poet too," a boy who just walked up to me said.

"Stephen, Stephen right," I said cracking my brain.

"So you later checked for the name," He grinned a smile.

it was the boy I saw at the admin office during my clearance.

"Aspiring to," I respond to his question.

"We are all aspiring to."
"There is no Shakespeare here but I believe there is the next Shakespeare in our midst," He added.

Before I could say another word I heard this music sound coming from the room after ours. It was so tempting that I had to check.

I and other members of the poetry club rush to the room to see what it was.

♪ Monday, I was eight ♪
♪ Tuesday, I don't care about the hate ♪
♪ Wednesday, Daddy smile in different ways ♪
♪ Thursday, rain in dismay ♪
♪ Friday is faraway ♪

♪ Monday, I was twelve ♪
♪ Tuesday, filled with tears ♪
♪ Wednesday, Daddy's pain is in his eye ♪
♪ Thursday, rain is now a Nile ♪
♪ Friday, Tuesday's hate turn into a pleasing smile ♪

♪ Monday, I'm now eighteen ♪
♪ Tuesday, feelings are not my thing ♪
♪ Wednesday, Daddy join the great majority ♪
♪ Thursday, rain indicate racism ♪
♪ Friday, Tuesday's tears are not coming ♪

Everyone clapped immediately after the last sound of the piano. I peep through an opening to see the powerful singer. Shockingly it was Sarah playing the piano and singing all along.

Our eyes caught up with each other immediately I glance through again.