"LANTERNS IN THE SKY...
FOR SEVEN NIGHTS?!"Tomorrow, (September 16, 1997) The 465th Sky Lantern Festival will be celebrated on Jazz River.
Writes, Andrew Pineda, TSNP.
Mayor DeCorazon plans to extend the festival for 1 week. "The Sky Lantern festival in Jazz River is quite a vogue. There's no harm if we extend it for a week, is it?" says the mayor. Well, the town was hyped to hear that order from the mayor. "Flying a sky lantern is my favorite thing in the world! I'm very happy that this year would be not just a night but instead 7 nights of fun!" says Regina Scarlett, a resident on Jazz River. Many tourists plans to stay their week on Jazz River to experience the most-awaited festival.I put the newspaper on my chest and stare at the ceiling for a second. I'm lying on my bed while reading the newspaper that I have done reading.
So they're extending it huh, I don't see it as a big problem but it would be a weeknights of loud noises, right? Not to mention, a week of no classes that would lead up to a lot of homeworks.
I sat up and washed my hands around my face. Right, we still have a class today. I just hope they don't give us a lot of assignments. They probably would, I still remember what happened in the first day of classes last month."Hi, I'm Miguel San Agustin. I'm seventeen years old and it's nice meeting you all." I said to the class timidly. I still get awkward on introducing myself in front of people. But I don't have a choice but to introduce myself in class. I sat down in a polished wooden chair on the second row. The room is full of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Some of them had been with the same class with me in my previous year on Jazz High. I thought the whole time in class would be just an introduction but we got homeworks from all the subject except from our Spanish Class.
I got out from my bed and gone to the bathroom. It's 6am in the morning and our class starts at 7am. After I took a bath, I put my uniform on and didn't bothered to comb or gel my hair. I made my way downstairs to have a breakfast. As expected, my brother Martin was already sitting there with a toast in his mouth,but my mother nor my father is there.
"Where's Mom and Father?" I asked him as I sat down opposite to him. I pour some hot water into the cup and grabbed the powdered coffee then grabbed a toast too. "Mom has gone with her friends to volunteer decorating the streets while Dad is in work already. Seems like the extension of the festival made his work longer and he's probably working overtime tonight."
"Oh" I uttered. The extension of the festival is really a nasty business. We'll yeah, the town liked it but doesn't mean all the people in the town agrees.THE time seems to be moving slower than the usual at school. I keep glancing at the wall clock, it's 4:03PM.
It's the last class I'm taking today-History. I don't hate history but the way our professor teaches it, it's like a parent who read their kids a bedtime story. Half an hour passed, the bell finally rang that declares the end of this boringness class."See you at the festival tomorrow, Migo" Sabrina said as we made our way out of the room. She has dark skin, brown eyes and long hair with a bangs that adds up to her beauty. She's my best friend since 8th grade. "My mom said I should save a lantern before the festival, I save you and your brother one too" Her parents make and sell lanterns and surely it would be sold out tomorrow. Their store is quite popular on the town because it's standing here since the 18th century and the people traditionally buys from them.
"Don't mind, I won't be going" I said at once. I won't be planning attending the festival tomorrow. It's not really that I hated it but the noise of the thousand crowds makes my head aches. Besides, we've been given a pile of homeworks earlier. "Don't say that, you should be there!" She said insistingly.
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