“No, I can’t do it,” I directly answered my best friend, Rhen, who insists me to join the science club and invites me to do something zany enough for us to get suspended.
“Why not? Don’t you like doing experiments and let them explode?” he asked with confidence. Sometimes I don’t understand why Rhen’s imagination gets out of the box in a different manner. In a bad way. He just wants to do it. Nothing can stop him. Here I am, always saying that his ideas are very dangerous to execute, especially letting something detonate.
“I like the first part but the last one doesn’t work out,” I shook my head. He frowned and mouthed the words ‘Fine’, and then he walked out. He’s okay, I’m sure of it.
Everyone was munching up their food on their mouth and swallowing it. Then the cycle repeats until there’s nothing left. At my right, I can see Cimon getting beat up by the Bruthers again. The Brutal Brothers. They’re twins who can’t live a day without someone being a victim of their abusive violence. Poor Cimon, he’s got nothing left for his lunch and transportation.
I’m standing here at the corner beside the trash bin, sipping my orange juice while I’m still recalling our Math lesson a while ago. I think it’s about quadratic equations and letting the numerical coefficient be transposed to the other side…something like that.
My attention was caught when Terry, the campus president, stood up on his table in the middle of the canteen. I think he’s going to announce about the clubs we’re going to sign up after recess. We’re used to him. That’s his style and we have no problem with that. I find it cool, though.
“Prislians, I hope everyone would listen to this urgent announcement. After recess, all of us should go home immediately.”
Go home immediately? The canteen was having a chaos between what’s and why’s. Terry was telling them to calm down because he has no idea why they should go home early.
My orange juice was already in my tummy, so I threw the container of it. I approached a table and sat down beside someone who was familiar, but evidently, I don’t know her name. She has a long hair and has clipped her bangs at the side. She looked at me, and I glanced back at her. We awkwardly ignored each other. I focused on Terry giving explanations to each student. Some of the Prislians were shaking their heads as if they don’t understand what’s happening and also, several of them were so happy to go home early to sleep rather than to study.
I was surprised when someone touched my shoulder. And it was the one who was beside me. She passed me a piece of paper with a message written on it. Why was she giving me something if she doesn’t know me? It was incongruous at the moment. I grabbed the paper and saw the message.
“You look familiar, but anyway, doesn’t it bother you why they want all of the students to go home early? I mean, why so urgent?” That was the message noted down with a violet ink. We’re on the same boat. She doesn’t know me, and I don’t know her, but we look familiar to each other. I gazed around thinking that the canteen was on a riot. Some were neutral, others were fighting about how far there house was from here and how expensive the fare was. It took me a minute before I replied at the back of the paper.
“I’m Save Blue, by the way. It’s my real name, don’t worry. Somehow, it bothers me because every declaration in Prislin School will always have the approval of the principal. But Terry didn’t mention anything about that. Also, can I ask a personal question? Besides, I’m not a stranger anymore,” I wrote. I gave it back to her. I watched her read it and saw her smiled. She clutched her ball pen and it snapped, showing the ball point of it, and she begins writing.
*Save is a boy, same with Rhen.
Endless people chattering because of the issue. Why can’t they just move on? What if it is a private thing that only the administration can know about it?
