¿ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ✰𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨✮

✰. 25

Sonder

✰

Time went by so fast in life yet so slow. Barely anyone could remember their life as a baby. Everyone just developed consciousness on a random day, and that was when their life "started." Of course, existential crises were normal for the growing mind, but one question stayed in her mind. It was like a bird that never flew from its nest. People come and go in life, even friends, but those who stayed were still an anomaly, even if she knew their whole life story. She didn't know anyone on a deeper level. Everyone had their upbringing, life, and future. She was impatient to see the results of her life choices. She needed to know where she would end up.

She tapped her pen on her notebook and listened to the clock tick every second. Her mind would wander off in every class any chance she got not to pay attention to lectures. She couldn't help it. It was normal teenage nature. Her eyes drifted from the view outside the window to the chalkboard. The class full of tired students tried their best to listen to the teacher talk about the discoveries of Sigmund Freud, but in all honesty, no one cared. Anything to get credits in school. Her eyes once again turned to the field on campus, and she took in everything she could get her eyes on. She saw how the sun was showing the world the last couple of hours of sunlight. The rays painted a soft orange color on everything it could touch and worked much better than the artificial white light that the school provided in classes. The consistent buzzing of the lights and fans were painful reminders of the many days and years that one spends in just the first eighteen years of their lives to make themselves a responsible and stable adult in their future.

Her tired eyes glimmered over the baseball team. They were in their usual practice clothes, preparing for one of their upcoming games. She then shifted over to the soccer field and saw the soccer boys run up and down the court, moving through cones and practicing techniques with soccer balls. She always wanted to be on the soccer team, but her parents never had the money for the attire and equipment. She could only watch in envy as the boys took turns kicking the ball into the goal. Maybe one of those boys would be famous in the future.

Loud murmurs coming from the hallway brought her back to reality. Through the partially opened door, she saw students walking aimlessly in small groups with their friends. They were all walking to the library to return their school books. That's right, the year was almost over.

She was about to turn her eyes back to the window until she spotted this one familiar shaggy boy. They've had many conversations, but she wouldn't call him her friend. Acquaintances would be better. Their conversations would mostly be about classes, and he may or may not have shared his dreams in large detail with her. Regardless of whether they were going to come to fruition or not, she was supportive. In return, he would allow her to share her dreams. She was very unsure of her future. She wanted to be so many things at once, but she knew she could only pick one.

So she told him, "I want to be a psychologist."

He was supportive of her dream but also supportive of her other ones.

She caught his eye, and she could see a small sliver of a smile and a poor attempt at a small wave with his occupied hands. A couple of his books ended up toppling over and onto the floor with loud slams. Poor kid. His smile then turned to embarrassment as his friends chuckled at his actions before helping him with his books. Right as he looked up from getting the fallen books, he saw a closing door. Her teacher closed the door and mumbled something about rowdy teens.

He slowly put his face near the small portion of the glass on the door and gave her another smile before leaving with his class.

She shook her head and muttered something under her breath, "Silly boy."