The Moon Tale

MOON PHASE - 12

Denial was roughly 5 years old. However, he was very notorious despite his innocent appearance.

I peered closer and discovered Denial standing against the wall. His head sank over the side of the wall. The kid appeared to be upset. I couldn't see his gestures, but I imagined his hands should have been folded down. I was curious. Is he crying? Because his mother chastised him? So I took a stride, stepped over him, and was taken aback by what I saw.

"Santo Cielo."

A cursed automatically sprung out from my mouth after what I witnessed.

That waggish brat wasn't sobbing at all. He was actually peeing on the wall. And I assumed he was crying while facing the wall. I was filled with sympathy. Not for the kid but for poor Mrs. Garcia.

Denial had already been chastised for his misbehavior in the house, and instead of behaving properly, he was peeing on his house wall. I had no idea where all of his terrible tricks were coming from. What a hassle. I couldn't find the right words to convey the scenario. So I went back home.

The another day rose up. It was a cloudless and glorious mid-morning in the downtown of Santee. The greenery was dancing under the golden sunny light outside the professor's head office's balcony French sliding door.

I had sat on the chair against the professor Klein. The large chocolaty brown neither modern nor ancient office desk between us were shimmering under the mid-day hue. The glass surface of the office desk glistened an oil black color with off-white backgrounded name-plate on the edge of the table. Over the left side, just a few inches higher than the center part of the table; a football sized metal retro planetarium solar system model had situated. The Moyogi bonsai tree was planted on the cream pot on the left side just near to the professor's chair.

Professor adjusted his position right to left on his chair while shuffling the project papers that I had produced, the backsides packed with meddles, trophies, and certificates ornamented in the glass showcase under the pearly grey backdrop wall were displayed.

He twitched his brows, stroked his chin, then placed two fingers on his nose tip and softly petted it with his index finger.

On the opposite side of the table, I was appeared quite relaxed and composed, but my lower body said a different story: My right foot kept tapping frantically under the table and hoping that he liked my work this time. As I had burned both ends of the candle.

Prof. Klein took a sigh and broke his silence.

"Well, Ms. Marti, The paperwork is satisfactory. However, it appears that you will need to put up some effort to differentiate it from the prior project, which was based on the origin of water on Earth. Just try to delve into the study's depths."

He glanced at me and instantly focused on the pages and saw my gloomy expression. So he tried to encourage me,

"There is no doubt that it is sufficient for acceptable grades, but I had higher expectations for this paperwork."

Of course I didn't deny the fact that professor explained.

"I agreed with you Prof. Klein. Thank you for your time. I will keep it in mind."

As I finished explaining the project, I slammed the office door against me. I was on the third story of the building, so I decided to take the lift. While passing over it, I overheard a couple of students standing on the side of the corridor discussing about something crucial. I passed through them, but it was nearly impossible to ignore their loud chit-chat:

"Hey, did you know that magic show is coming in nearby town? It is quite famous. Let's go there."

"Really? I wanna come too. But heard about the day before yesterday's news? There are mass of people are affecting there days."