Unknown Tree

Unknown Tree (One Shot)

It was the second day of writing my poem and I haven't written anything. My professor in Humanities asked us to write a poem within a week. How am I supposed to write a poem? Take note: Within this week! I haven't written any poem before so I'm so afraid on how it will turn out. I'm much of a writer in my own journal, yes but it's not like I have a brain like William Wordsworth, Emily Dickinson or William Shakespeare rather. Hah! Never in a million years will I be compared to them. But I really need to start writing. Here I am in my room and it's almost midnight. I can see a sea of crumpled papers. Sooner or later I'll find myself sleeping. I'll wake up tomorrow and I haven't written anything again.

"Vera! How's your poem going?" One of my classmates just asked me. I don't know what to reply so...

"It's going great!" with matching thumbs up. "I'm almost finished." How pathetic.

Who am I kidding? How can I write without any ideas and inspiration? Yes! Inspiration. That's it. That's what I'm lacking of.

I need to wander. I need to unwind. I need to find something. I need to find an inspiration.

Now, I'm in my last period and it almost time to go home. As I stare at my wrist watch which reads 2:26 pm. Waiting for the hands of my watch to reach 2:30 pm so I can go. I'm going to seek what I have to seek.

"Before I let you guys go. I rather give you an advice." My professor said. What is this? "There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such thing for yourself." There was silence. Our professor stare at us for a few seconds and... "That was a quote by Lemony Snicket! Hope you're having a great day so far."

I was struck by that quote. Maybe that's my sign. And I have to start right now.

I went at the middle of our school where the flagpole is standing. I cover my eyes with my left hand, point my right hand in some direction and started spinning like a maniac. When I felt a little bit dizzy, I stopped and see which direction I'm pointing. I noticed that some people are looking at me like I lost my mind. Oh well.

"Huh. That direction goes at the back of this school. That's weird." I said to myself.

Oh well. If that's the fate, I'll go with it. Maybe there's something there.

As I walk towards that direction, the people stop looking at me.

The back of the school is behind the tallest building in this campus. I never been here and it was weird to see myself wander here. All I can see is a lot of trash bins leaning against this huge wall; which I think the school's stocked. I walk until I reached the end of the lined trash bins and I felt nervous a little when I saw a small metal door which hides the half of it behind the last trash bin. I don't know what came to me when I suddenly pushed that trash bin aside and tried to open that metal door. There was no lock in it. May be there's no something important behind this door.

"Woah! Is this a kind of forest? It can't be hahaha."

I was so shocked of what I saw. It was really the back of the school. That place is full of tall trees and there's no specific path. Maybe this door is an emergency exit. I haven't experienced any emergencies here at school for us to be able to go out at the back.

I examined the place by looking at it for a moment. I don't have the plans to go because the place is too eerie. I don't feel something bad about that place but still too eerie.

I was going to close the door when I suddenly heard music. Just music, no lyrics. No, definitely I'm not mistaken it was really music coming from somewhere out there. I re-opened the door again and looked at that place.