Finding Me Through You

Quen v. DJ?

So up rolls the riot van
And sparks excitement in the boys
But the policemen look annoyed
Perhaps these are ones they should avoid

I was leaning against a wall waiting for my ride with earphones attached to my ears. I know what you guys are thinking, it's a five minute walk from the school to my house why don't I just walk?

Well, I would like to inform you that I'm just lazy. Not only am I tired and lazy, today was a really bad day.

Walking would just force me to think about everything and I'd like to take a break from problems and what not.

I pulled my book out and started to read. The sun is right in my radar of vision so I decided to wear my raybans.

This book is interesting, it's about the studies of human emotions. I have no clue why, but these kinds of books fascinate me.

There was a breeze that blew passed my face, it was very refreshing. I took a deep breath and sighed, it felt just perfect. Just this morning the sky was mourning with me, but now that I'm calm, so was the weather.

I have reasons to believe my emotions control the weather. I laughed at my silly thoughts.

I looked across the street where the big oak tree stood. Every time I stared at that oak tree I get mixed emotions. All those great memories followed by even greater disasters.

Once again, I was snapped from my thoughts when Mr. Grumpy passed by. Of course, he had his herd of fanatic hormonal girls always screaming as if they didn't care who hears their piercing screams.

I stared at his complexion. He was a very approachable guy. He was very clean and very dark and mysterious. There was something about him that was just irresistible. No wonder he has girls on his tail practically 24/7.

He's a very tall and lean lad, it looks like he doesn't even put any efforts with his appearance most of the time but he still looks dashing.

He's effortlessly handsome.

I noticed I was staring so I quickly shook my head and looked down at my novel once again. I slowly and low key looked up to see what he was up to.

He was just standing about 7 foot away from me, looking down at his phone. He put his shades on which caused the girls to become even more ballistic.

His reaction was rather hilarious than snobby. He shook his head and bit his lip as if he was already used to it but I know it still annoys him. I mean, who would like to be stalked 24/7 by screaming girls?

Most guys, sure, but something's telling me he's not like most guys.

He took his ear phones out of his pocket and stuck it in his ears.

Just like me, his escape through all of this chaos is through music.

It's the intangible objects that really help you emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually through the bad times.

Like what one of my favorite artist would sing,

Lift your head
Baby don't be scared
Of the thing that could go wrong
along the way

I got a call from my driver.

"Hello?" I answered.

{Good afternoon, Chandy. Your mother informed me to tell you that I will not be able to pick you up today, she has a very important meeting far from here and she needs me to drive her there} Our driver is also Filipino, he's been with me since birth. I basically treat him like my own kin.