When The Ocean Waves Called Out To Me

The Past That Brings Us Together

"Honey, Wake up, you're already late for school."

"Just 5 more minutes," I yawned, as I slowly pulled myself out of my sleep. I looked at my alarm clock, though my eyes were still bleary like the windows on winter eve. I rubbed my eyes, and looked at the clock again.

"What! The batteries are dead." Like a marionette of a grand clock, I jumped up from my bed. I rubbed my eyes again as I walked in front of the window. The curtains were closed, but stray rays of light were seeping through the gaps between them. I pulled the curtains aside, as the gleaming sun finally graced its morning into my room. There was a pearly glow in the sky, sparkling and very beautiful.

"It's such a pretty morning," I said as I stood there savoring the morning grace with pleasure, when suddenly mom yelled at me again to go to the washroom and freshen up. By the way, I am not someone who always gets up late. Blame the alarm clock for this, not me.

I washed my face and fixed my bedhead, though the feeling of drowsiness was still there. I went downstairs, where mom saw me, still half-asleep, like a puppet walking with all its strings tangled up.

"Good morning, honey." She greeted me as I deftly pulled my chair out and took my seat. "Seems you were awake all night."

"Good morning." I greeted her back, "And I wasn't."

"It doesn't seem so, though." She smirked, "Tell me, what were you doing, staying up till late night."

"Don't speak as if you're totally sure about that." I pouted back at her, "And I don't remember anything from last night."

I pressed my hands over my forehead, brushing my hair backwards, "Though for some reason, my head's hurting a bit."

"Don't try to dodge my question, honey." She said as though she was some kind of detective or something, whose eyes would never let go of anything suspicious.

"Well, can you just leave that aside." Sleeping was on the top of my priority list that night, or that's what I would say if she wasn't the type to always toss aside all excuses.

Rather I kept chewing on my breakfast as fast as I could, while at times gazing outside through the window and admiring the beautiful morning. The room basked under the sunlight that poured through. The air in the room was quiet and light, and scented with the aroma of the sun.

After I was done eating, I got up, and I slammed the chair inside. The table trebled in pain, but who cares? I rushed to the living room to grab my bag from the couch, when my eyes fell on the clock minding its own business.

"8:33! It's bad! I am already this late!" I said as I rushed to the front door and quickly put on my shoes."Mom I am leaving,"

"OK, dear. Take care. And don't forget to come straight home after school."

"Yeah, I will. Have a good day at work." With that I was off on my way. Thinking back, I wonder what she means by 'Come straight home.' Will I ever forget to come home from school? And where else will I go except for coming home, like a net café? That costs more than even the allowance I get! At least she should give me more money and then say stuff like that.

Well, for now, that doesn't matter because I am already quite late and if I waste any more time I will miss the home room class, and I don't want to see myself holding buckets of water in the hallway.

I ran as fast as I could, using all my strength I had been accumulating from all the gym classes I thought were futile at the end. I guess I was wrong. But even in the hurry I was, my mind was being carried away by everything around me. To be honest, it's like today I am enjoying the morning very more than any other morning, the sun is shining softly on the streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning feeling.