Paired [ON-HOLD]

Part 1 》 Fangirls

Saturday mornings were my favorite.

I was a bit nervous but excited at the same time for two reason. Reason one was that there were only two days left to my 10th grade life and reason two was that I was a transferee. Being a transferee was really hard, but I could manage to have friends quickly and correspond with the new surroundings.

The gusts of cold wind suddenly made me more energetic and the soft chirping of the birds made me more lively. There was the silhouette of the curtains from the far corner of my bedroom. They kept dancing with the rhythm of the moving air, either inward or outward. The daybreak was about to happen when weak sun rays struck my body.

Suddenly, I felt a vibrating sound. I never received calls like this on weekends. Nobody attempted to contact me through phone calling on early mornings in my fifteen years of living. It was a real bizarre incidence, I would tell you.

Maybe it was just a feeling of vibration. I could feel it inside my heart, and it could mean a lot of implicit explanations. I could feel my heart beating with variations and patterns, forming a melodic, cadential type. Only two days left, Kaye. Ready yourself. My stomach went rumbling not for hunger, but for fear I felt all over.

But I could really hear a non-imaginable sound. It didn't appear to be the sound from the thumping of my chest or the grumbling of my intestines, but the vibration was actually real.

Since my hearing had improved, knowing that the vibration was actually felt together with a ringing tone, maybe I was about to receive an errand to rush. Or an emergency to get my immediate action. o MY GOD, WHAT IF SOMETHING REALLY HAPPENED? I think it was my mom needing my help. Was it that bad?

Without any second thoughts, I picked up my phone and answered it with my smudged eyesight. The atmosphere was still dizzy and unclear, but I still managed to press the answer button.

"Hello?" I spoke hoarsely. A few seconds had already passed and I attempted to greet again. Nobody is answering.

I decided to rub my eyes for a better view. The screen appeared to have no sign of received or missed phone calls. There was never a phone call. Was I hallucinating? Did the ringing mean a false alarm?

Or maybe, the ringing didn't came from a phone calling. Maybe it was made for a different intention. I believed that this one was not really a call. It was way too different.

I rubbed my eyes for the second time. All I can see was the word snooze. Since I wasn't used to wake up early at weekends, my mind wasn't cooperating yet. All I could think was that snooze means a short period of light sleep. A nap. Why would I nap? Tell me, what could it possibly mean when your phone rang in an early Saturday morning and then it said "snooze?"

It was more like an alarm, not a call. Why would I set an alarm on weekends? Do I care at waking up late? No way would I do that, especially on a Saturday.

Except that this day was not a Saturday. I checked the lockscreen and it said "June 4." Startled, I recalled as fast as I could. June 2 was a Saturday. Yesterday, you threw a non-public party to celebrate your last day of summer, Kaye.

How can you calm yourself down on situations like this?!

I tried not to be panicked, bUT OH MY GOODNESS IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! And I was a stupid transferee!

I was screaming out.

Calm down. Calm down. . .

I looked my phone screen again. Monday. 5:59 a.m.

Oh god, i'M LATE!

Getting my backpack and the phone, I rushed myself downstairs.

Taking every step with a hasty manner, I said "Mom, why didn't you wake me up early?"