Pieces of the Frame | Ongoing

It's me, and my daily hobbies

          I feel my fingers move slowly, and then without realizing it, my eyes were open. The smell of medicine and the air conditioner filled the room around me. I slowly observed the room. It's just myself and a few hoses on my body. I remove? the thing they call infus (infusion?) from my hand slowly, leaving some droplets of blood.

         In this room, there is only one clock which is showing half past nine in the morning. It's not too late to go to school yet. I start to get ready and leave the room. I continue to run but my mind is fixated on the biology homework that I haven't had time to touch yet even though it's due today.

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          "Mrs. Clara! She's always gone!"

          It's noisy in the corridor that I just left. A few nurses look worried about me. There is a nurse who is running to the park (I would put nurses station here) calling my dad and commanding security to close all the doors.

          "I never want to care about what their doing. I know they are doing all of this because my dad told them to and not because they actually care about me", I murmur while still trying to leave. I really don't care if everyone is looking at me while I'm wearing a hospital gown.

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          Slowly, I opened the door to my house. "I'm safe! There's nothing but the scent of my dad's perfume." I think as I walk to my room.

         I take the books that have the lessons I will need today. I change out of my hospital gown and into my high school uniform. After I am proud of how I look, I go into the kitchen for breakfast. I pick out some fruit to eat. It's been a while since I have seen Aunt Inah. Maybe she isn't yet home from the market.

          "I'm ready!" I speak to myself as I see something inside my pocket.

          I still had some money in there. At least it would be enough for the tricycle later. When I'm done thinking to myself I step out of the house.

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          "Clara. Late again? Do you even have a clock in your house? It's half past eleven and you just showed up? This school starts activities at 7:05, Clara. You are excessively late!", someone shouted.

          "I'm so sorry, Sir. It was an accident." I said while standing in the school yard.

          "An accident? Did you ride the tricycle to school?" Sir Andra asked me in a sarcastic tone.

         "Indeed I did, Sir. I'm riding the tricycle to and from school. I'm the past I have had a good experience with the driver of the tricycle. The man was old and the tricycle went more slow than people who were walking. That's why I'm here so late, Sir." I said.

         "That's not a justification for being late to school. You were lucky today, Clara. The school will bring the students at 12:00. There was a meeting in the government office for a discussion about a fund for School Help Operational (SHO)", Sir Andra explained.

          I breathed a sigh of relief and tried asking Sir Andra who the teacher was today. "Sir, is Mrs. Cindy teaching today?" I asked.

          "No. She is sick" he answered me sarcastically.