Life is giving me such challenges. Many challenges, really.
11:11 AM; I took a glance at the window.
It is Wednesday; the sky is so plain, null I can say. It is very cloudy that it looks like a white soft wall over us but it does not feel heavy.
"You know my wish." I whispered while thinking of the concert on Friday.
"It is not yet your lunch break so focus on this!" The professor shouted breaking through the silence made by his sleepy students.
Then the ring calls.
During lunch breaks, I always go to the open field of the school where I sit under a tree and get my earphones on the pouch of my bag and start streaming randomly. I put out my lunch and book for I will eat and read at the same time.
I opened my book about Trigonometry.
As I go on, the music's volume somehow turned down meaning there is a notification.
"Mechanics on how to get a ticket for The Vamps' Middle Of The Night Tour, soon..." The management tweeted.
I got a bit excited by that. I noticed that the lunch break ran out of its time so I stood up immediately and ran, not being aware on what I am doing.
"Sir! Sorry I am late!" I said while catching my breathe. I thought of me looking like a hyperventilating walrus that time.
I sat on the last row and started a test.
I finished the test before the time and waited until the dismissal.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1! Time's up. Pass the test papers then the answer sheets." Professor said loudly that the whole class heard it.
"Okay, you can now go."
I walked out of the room and took lots of steps going to the direction of the gate. As I go through it, I thought of preparing my money, I opened the pouch of my bag and try to feel my wallet. I cannot find it. I ran back to the room and looked for it under the chairs and even on the trash can.
"Oh... In the tree in the open field." Imumbled. I immediately go to that place hoping that I can find my wallet.
...it is not there.
I decided to walk home. I started the steps of 2 kilometers.
As I walk, I am trying to skip the most emotional part of loosing important things and not to be frustrated about of it.
A warm breeze touched my skin and I noticed the small field of sunflowers after the pale orange wall. They are all looking down presents the dull emotion; the sun cannot give its rays to the beautiful flowers. Knowing that they will be here for no long, they still live their brightest lives but for now,they are not in mood; maybe like me.
I continued walking for I have so many things to do; not just think of the feelings expressed by sunflowers.
"Mom, I am home..." I said with a cracking voice caused by tiredness.
"Finally." She said.
I walk to my room and let myself fall off the bed. My feet is hurt,really. Again, before doing anything, I checked my phone for notifications for I do not want to miss updates about the concert.
"Mechanics" I am nervous.
"You just need to purchase worth of 1000php or estimated of 20$"
I ran immediately going to the cabinet... I can hear the beat of my heart; I opened the cabinet and get my piggy bank. Childish it is. I closed my eyes and let my hands get off the piggy bank and hit the floor.
The broken pieces are now around my feet. I count the money and I got 5 dollars.
"Oh shit. Again." I mumbled while trying to have a smile in my face. I thought of seeing them. I hope of seeing them. Just see; not even touch; seeing them is enough for me. I got out of my room and asked my mom...
"Mom, do we have like... $15? Can I have it?"
"Sure you cannot have it. We don't have a regular income so better if I will just keep it."
"Oh. Okay." I do not know why I said those words because I am sure it is not okay. My feet lead me to my room and lie on the not-so-soft bed.
I cannot hold on the tears. This really broke my heart. Seems like all the clouds fell as rain; and it came to me as flood. I cannot swim. I do not know how to. I was drowned; I cannot breathe.
Knowing that this is my worst day is a good thing because tomorrow will sure be better.
I did wait for 11:11.
"11:11PM, I hope to get there and see them." As I closed my eyes and started dreaming.
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