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PROBLEMXXX | Cutting School
The next day at LakeVille High was rather normal. But there was a lack of something. Or shall I be precise and say, someone.
The halls were rushed and crowded as usual. It was five minutes before the bell would ring and most of the lockers were engaged. I could hear the footsteps shuffle as the hall started to empty out as the five minutes passed. The people made their way to the classrooms, so did I.
Sometimes, I wondered, there were so many students alone in LakeVikle High. Almost around thousand. And everyone had a story. Some to tell, some to hide. When you read a novel, you cry, you laugh, you’re happy with the fictional characters. You're attatched.
But, sometimes it’s better to not be attached to an idea that such a novel presents. Because in the end, it is a story. A product of an individual’s creativity. Imagination.
That person wanted it too happen. And it did. The person is the fate for that story. That is not what the story of a real life goes by.
Our lives, we are not the fate. We did not write this story. God did. Fate did. Maybe destiny did too. But we didn’t. However Yes, we were given choices. But the situations were made. We were told to pick a choice that seemed rational, Without even knowing if it was right.
It is exciting to make our own decisions at the beginning. But as the times passes by, those decisions become a chore to make. And that is when we tire out. It starts with the smallest and the easiest one. And goes up to to the biggest and the hardest one.
I stopped believing in stories at a young age. I was seven. I didn’t believe that there was a tooth fairy who ever existed. Even though my broken teeth would disappear by the morning from under my pillow. I didn’t believe in Santa.
And look, wasn’t Icorrect?
“Hey Girl, where’ve you been all day?”
I looked beside me to see Grace falling into step beside me. We reached her locker which happened to be one away from mine. I rolled my eyes, “Where else would I be except for my classes?”
“Cherry, you missed an hour,” She admitted, looking at me rather curiously.
I smiled sheepishly at her, “I was looking for something and lost track of time,” I said, scratching the back of my neck.
“Looking for someone you mean?”
I sighed, there was no use lying to Grace. “I was looking for Houston. Have you seen him anywhere?”
“He’s not in today.” Grace answered, throwing me a surprise, “He doesn’t cut school though!”
Grace groaned, “Oh C’mon Cherry! He’s a Jock! You hate them, don’t you? It is likely that he is in fact cutting school!”
