Game of Desire

  If there's one thing in the world that I don't believe in anymore, it is that 'romantic love will last for a lifetime.' Forever is too cliche and much of a fantasy, I'd rather live with a lifetime, at least its realistic.

  My parents had a wonderful love story and it made me into this hopeless romantic kind of person -- before. But a tragic ending to their love story also turned me stoic and lived with 'I'd never sing of love if it does not exist' motto.

  You can never rewerite the past but your future is all up to you. I learned that the hard way. At least it molded me into a better person -- I guess.

  Thursday. Nobody loves thrusday because it drags you and teases you about friday being 24 hours away. 24 hours is a long time, I value my life too much to waste an hour to anything unproductive. I'm an insomiac and I love it.

  I'm not a fan of numbers and letters combined but I am an avid fan of letters turned into words from the corners of a person's twisted mind. Words are my escape, well, execpt for music. But right now I have to drink my daily dose of coffee to wake up infront of my Trigonometry teacher.

  "Good morning, Ry." I greeted my baby girl and held her in my arms. She's a 3-month old Yorkshire Terrier -- yes, she's a dog. She's just the best thing that ever happened to me. A dog's love is unconditional and it'll still love you whatever happens. Just never forget to feed it. "Pancakes are ready, darling." As much as I want to live alone, I can't -- more of I won't.

  I won't leave my dad. He had enough of people leaving him already. And his pancakes are simply the best.

  "Thanks, Dad. Gotta go." Grabbed a pancake on the table and rushed to the door. Goodbyes aren't allowed in this house, it's the only thing he remembers after what happened.

  Sat on the porch for a few minutes finishing my pancake and gulping my way through my coffee. I was also waiting for my best friend to pick me up. "Sorry! Had to pick up a few things on my way!" Mia shouted pulling herself out of her red Ford Ranger. She's into big cars and BIG BOYS, emphasis on the boys part.

  Sometimes I can't bear to watch her cry over some stupid bullshit another boy caused. It always happens  beside a bottle of tequila.

  "Thank God for pancakes." Taking the last bite that was supposed to be mine.

  "You ready?"

  "As ready as I have ever been."

  We reached the school ground just in time for my Trig teacher to pull over and park her car beside Mia's. White shiny Camry got me into thinking when will my car be ever fixed.

  "My shift at the cafe changed, by the way." That's me, trying to start a conversation with my best friend who was, again, eyeing the new guy. And that's the first topic that came into my mind.

  "That's great! What time is it?" She replied with her eyes still stuck far away on the field. What is it with this new guy that people had been extremely interested in him?

  "3 to 7 in the evening."

  "That's not bad." Finally, she turned her head to really talk to me.

  I did not bother to respond anymore. I kept a blank face and walked my way through the hallway with my earphones in. I have to stay awake for my Trig class.

  "Off I go! Bye!" And Mia disappeared from the crowd of people I don't want to talk to and fit in. Now I'm left alone in a sea of people who don't seem to care I was on the way. Every face is a familiar face, I've been with these people for quite some time and I can't wait to graduate and forget all of them. But a guy in white shirt, black pants and a couple of books on his right hand, caught my attention.