who am I (a roller coaster ride) #wattys2016

Chapter Eleven

A/N My incredible readers, I'm back with really amazing news :) I'm glad to finally announce that with the ending of this chapter, the story is going to progress more deeply into the plot I envisioned. In short, things are about to get messy. *lets out an evil laugh, until he mum scolds her saying "We have neighbors Rose, keep it down"* Uhmm,So, look forward to it and I hope you're still liking the story. Please don't stop giving me your views, it helps a lot. And if you're finding something off, do tell me.
With love, Rose :D

Hours, minutes, days and years.

These are mere words, simple words that should be of minor meanings. However, why does it feel like these particular words, are everything to us. And aren't these words used by millions, so how come, whilst using the same words, we are not all affected in the same way? Like they have these invisible shackles tied around our necks, that work in different ways. Commanding us, whenever they please. Controlling us, anytime for their need. Engulfing us in a world so strange. More Time can be sought with money, so people keep working day and night to get more, that's why people are controlled by it. Losing sight of their own principles in order to capture much Time by doing terrible things to others in order to save themselves, that's how people are commanded by Time. Yet, as a light in a dark room, how Time can affect positively makes us forget the dire parts and remember the beautiful ones. Time can be so magical, giving us incredibly precious moments, that a person doesn't ever request for more. Sometimes we feel anger, however, it's crazy to curse what already is and is never bound to change.

As the student council president stepped up to the stage, her heels clicking on the marble stairs like a timer beeping at the end of its countdown, she took her place behind the podium, holding a white envelope. Anticipation made the clear air as stiff as a frosting is on a cupcake as our eyes were directed towards the well-lit, bronze stage, awaiting the words that might change our life-course.

"The results will be announced after the headmistress's speech, Thank you." She said as she handed the envelope to Mrs.Salwa. And just like that we were about to throw banana peels at her.

Thanks a lot for almost killing me, I've been holding my breath for a few minutes now from anticipation.

But I then took the time to acknowledge the situation I was in. As I looked around the room with the freshly-painted brown walls, decorated with motivational posters , and the red marble floor, covered in rugs, I realised that I may have been wrong. Generalising , plainly, is a human self-defense mechanism, in which we approve of our own ill-behavior, since plenty of people are doing it. Unfortunately, now, I couldn't play this card, because no one was acting like me. To the bare eye, which can never see the truth, I was sitting in a group, smiling, laughing, anxiousness probably the farthest topic in my mind. In reality, the situation was plainly, two friends conversing animatedly, with the other one lurking at the back, watching with dark clouds over her head like the wicked witch of the west.

Only missing bats, hovering atop my head, does anyone have the pet store's quick dial? Sally, stop being a drama queen. You once applied in your old school's production of Peter Pan and you couldn't even land a role as an extra.

Mohamed slammed a book on my head , which brought me back to the present, saving me a rather unwanted trip down memory lane at tryouts in the 6th grade. The whole ordeal was basically shouts, tireless remarks and comments like 'a robot would've been better I swear'.

A modest No would've been great thank you.

"Ow, Mohamed stop doing that." I exclaimed, after being hit by the same Biology book for the second time. And I'm talking Biology people, something along the lines of 200 pages in the least.