Dangerously Peaceful

Chapter Three

 I woke up quite satisfied with my sleep. The atmosphere is still cold and breezy even if the sun fully showed up. I checked the clock and it says it's already eight o'clock in the morning. I stretched my body and stood up then washed my faced. I checked the table then I found a pitcher of cold water with a glass and a bread basket covered with white cloth. I touched the cloth and felt warm, then I peeked what's under the cloth, I found three loaves of fresh baked bread. I ate one whole bread hastily in three bites then drank two glass of water. Afterward, I felt contentment and fullness of my stomach. I peeked through the window and became curious about this place. I took clothes from my bag and quickly dressed up and grabbed my keys and went out and met the sun and the cold and dark sky.

People walked along the pavement and slowly turned their heads toward me. They weren't whispering but looking strongly at me. As I walked along, people from the inside of their houses peeked by their window curtains making me fuckingly uncomfortable. Kids playing stopped playing just to look at me. What's up with me? What's up with my face? I looked at one kid right in front of me.

“What? Something wrong, kid? Huh?! Are you gonna stay there stare at me? No. Go away, dumbo.” I widened my eyes and pushed him making him lose his balance and ran away without looking back. Then I put my chin up and looked around.

“Next? Who needs a wedgie, huh? Go mind your fucking business, bastards!” Great. One way to start a day. Quickly, they all turned their heads and went on.

Someday, I'm gonna run this place like how I run Daven University. And they'll be afraid surely and kneel in front of me. All it needs is a little more of shouting and bossing around and everything will go my way.

But, I guess I'm wrong.

I passed a store selling old and ragged clothes. Why do they sell these garbage? Who would wear those? But when I peeked through the store, few women with massive accessories decorating their appearance are choosing over huge dresses disgusted me. Next to the store is a shoe repairing shop, with its workers old as a century; working on countless shoes endlessly. I walked pass the shoe shop, a bookstore with two story high stands at the corner of the street. Outside the bookstore, a small sized bookshelf stored several books, and a sign above says “Book Sale 50% discount.”

The road was busy with people squirming around, and cars and motorcycles running around. Children crying and pleading. Dogs with horrible disease run around chasing cats. How can these people stand themselves? I crossed the road; unaware and carelessly bumping on people. There's this one whom I bumped and cursed me, but I don't mind.

When I finally made it the other side of the street, a lady that looks like at my age, is standing by a bake shop and looked at me cautiously. She has a long straight golden brown hair with corkscrew curls at the tip of her hair. Minimal freckles brushed on her cheeks. Dried pink lips. Beautiful eyes; turquoise color of her pupils, and long eye lashes. Her face is full of worry and fright-not a slight bit of blankness and strangeness. She wore a three-quarters long sleeves; with the color red for its sleeves, short khaki shorts, and boots. She carried a wide basket full of fresh loaves. It was late to notice that I was staring at her. I really don't know why, but the look on her sad face was just too different. She's different among the people around here. She slightly opened her mouth; struggling to say something.

I decided I should make the first move; she might say something.

“Uh, hi...?” I walked closely.

Then she did said something, but I didn't hear a thing.

“What? What did you say?”

She just glared at me and shook. She didn't blink for split 10 seconds. I was going to speak once again but...