The pulse in my head sharpened and focused. I tried to force my head but I could only think of small nonsense things.
This was it. Happening now’s the Literary Event. The theme was still the same but I cannot exactly remember what I wrote in the initial screening. Mellifluous……music…..intentions…..zemblanity……were my only hints.
After long minutes of gaining my thoughts, I smiled. I wrote down everything I remembered and added some ideas. My coach said “Just stick with it, it will help us win; your ideas were intricate, bizarre and strange in some ways. Do your best and do not let your ideas run away, catch them instead before they do. You’re a late bloomer genius”
I failed at failing Xanthic, but right now it wasn’t about that anymore. A lot of people have risked their trusts on me for this event; I cannot just let myself lose because I want Xanthic to regret. I want, no, I need to win because Megan and Ashley were expecting me to. Mas malaki pa ata ang tiwala nila sa akin kesa sa mga sarili nila.
The whole senior classes of Artist’s Haven reacted too much about the screening results. First, they did not expect it to be me because I was a newbie and I don’t have any talent yet to show. Second, they didn’t trust me and most of them still didn’t have any idea about me. Well, not until Megan told everyone I was the Detention Sweetheart. Third, they were still thinking how I’ve beaten the veteran writers. Those guys have been writing for four years and I just easily swept off their record. And I was chosen to be the official delegate in this event. How wonderful.
Why does it mattered to them that much? Ang simple lang ng event na sinalihan ko, curriculum-wide nga lang eh. I should be the least of their worries because there were still bigger events. They shouldn’t put too much of their attention to me.
Then realization hit me, I’ve been writing all my life too. Secretly, yet passionately. I spent my nights writing in the dark too, putting down into words the things I observed in this world. It was a hobby, an activity I used to do out of boredom, anger and happiness. Ano nga ba ang pinagkaiba ko sa kanilang lahat? Well, no one had the chance to read my works. Yet. And this is my time.
I wrote down anything that I remembered, and anything that popped up in my brain. Hindi talaga mahirap ang pagsusulat lalo at kinasanayan mo na. I finished first. Unlike the last time, I checked my papers before I passed it. As I went outside the Creative Writing studio, I heard tattlers.
“Siya talaga ang unang matatapos, senior na eh” a freshman commented.
“Kung mahihiya siya, kahiya-hiya ang year level natin”
I did not give any comments. Baka may iba pa akong masabi eh, mahirap na. Napansin ko din sa mga estudyanteng bahagi ng perfoming classes, karamihan ay ang pagpi-perform lang ang alam. Brain, talent and personality should come together right? They lacked one or two, you should guess what are those.
