Feud Of An Endless Wait

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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. -Albert Einstein

I was thinking about the genius' words... I don't think it's enough to call it beautiful. It's a bit bothering. And I'm not like this. How is it possible for me to have someone cross my mind the whole time and hoping to see him next time? We barely even talk and of course we don't know each other.

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4:30 pm
Cramps. Tomorrow I'll have cramps.

Phew, I've never thought that our PE class will be that much. Well, I'm on high school now. What is just running a 600 square meter 10 times and making you do exercise. Ah, I'm still catching my breath, I'm not used to exercises it's tiring.

I checked my bag for water. I forgot I didn't brought one today. But the world is full of nice people and someone noticed my tired soul. "I bet you're thirsty." A girl in a clear brown eyes approached me. She lends me a bottle of water with a bright smile plastered in her face. I curved a little smile I only show when I talk to new people.

"Here," she offered without taking off the smile "are you new here?" "Yeah, I'm a freshman." "Oh, I see. I'm Breanda, sophomore. I see you from there." She said pointing on a... oh a tree. Woah. "Uhm, what? You climb there?" I asked, wholly asking. She laughed. She said that she doesn't climb on trees. Oh yeah, how will a high school girl climb a tree? I laughed halfheartedly out of embarassment. "By the way, I'm Vina." I say copying the shim of her smile.

After a few more conversation with Breanda, or Brea-- she said I can call her-- I told her I should go home.

I walk home alone, staring at the sky. When someone caught my attention. I saw Stephen from a distant walking alone, staring straight to where he is going. With this I stop, just looking. For a while after, I ran fast, towards home.

I went inside the house as soon as I arrive, seeing Mom and Chasey eating. I smile at them and I dig in joining them.

"How's school today?"
"It's great." I know mom will be satisfied if I describe my day as great but what I wanted to say is that I feel strangely different.

I go upstairs leading to my room. I opened my door, which is colored white. I think white is bright and comforting. I open the drawer, pull out my notebook and I write: I feel like growing up is inevitable, is required to pluck every chord of living. I come up with ideas I get from nowhere.

Just by then, I picked Boo-- the big stuffed toy first handed to me when I was 4 -- up and rolled in my bed, covered in light blue. And right now in this moment, I am still wondering.

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