a fainthearted's 11:11 wish.

a fainthearted's 11:11 wish. (short story version)

11:09 am.
I stare at my teacher while he goes on and on about the Maslow's Theory. We talk about love and belonging, the third most important level in the process of being mentally healthy. I stop paying attention and everything he says goes in one ear and comes out the other.

11:10 am.
The clock ticking suddenly becomes interesting and I found myself counting the seconds that pass by. I sense a few of my classmates joining in as they just wanted the lecture to be done.

11:11 am.
My eyes are beginning to get tired of the clock's view as its figure and numbers become imprinted in my mind, I blink I few times. I avert my eyes across the room as I set my gaze upon a boy with fair skin and soft, kind eyes that seems to be focused on the rubic's cube he has on his hand, clearly not bothering to care about the lecture. I watched his swift wrists as he makes one last turn, completing the puzzle. The second he does, his eyes found mine, just for a split second. He looks away and i was snapped back to reality. I turned to the board again as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking. It's been this way for days. Every single damn time I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, he would turn my way and we meet eyes for what feels like 5 minutes, but in reality, a second.

11:12 am.
I opened my notebook, still not giving my focus on the lesson. I found a blank page and started doodling and writing, I decided that this school was getting boring. I didn't realize that I was writing about a boy who had the same twinkle in his eyes as the stars in the night sky.
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I intake a sharp breath as he came into view from around the corner, his head down. He was alone, and so was I. My walking slowed and I practiced the words that would be coming out of my mouth when he will be of reach. He looked up and I saw the chance, opening my mouth, expecting words to be formed but just releasing air out of it instead. I catch a whif of his strong but fragrant smell as he passes by.

I mentally slapped myself, almost stomping up the stairs to the library. The librarian greeted me, and I nod in return. I find a book and opened it. After reading the same line over and over, I decided it was time to go. My stress-relieving approach was not working at all.
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My mind's jumbled and I cannot quite comprehend what i was thinking. One thing is for sure, my thoughts of him is not going away soon and will certainly keep me up until 2 in the morning. I'm exhausted, I wanted to fall in deep slumber but my mind is awake even though my eyes are closed. I sit up and looked at the time.

11:11 pm.
Much time has passed by, I didn't even know. I lie down, my head landing on the pillow with a thud. I remembered a few friends saying something about making a wish at this exact time, if done, your wish will come true. I knew exactly what I was gonna wish for. I decided to try it, it won't hurt after all.

I wish to be with the boy across the classroom with his dainty eyes and his ebony hair. His face, like an art.

Yes, it's pellucid, my wish is him.
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~Author's Note~
All the stuff I'll publish are just random things that I'll write whether it be poems, short stories or one shot fanfiction. Publishing will not be constant, because I write whenever I feel like it or when I'm inspired. Just thought i'd share my works with you. Keep in mind that English is not my mothertongue so please be respectful in correcting my grammar. Hope you enjoy my little collection of thoughts.