If waking up was a choice I had, I'd never wake up to what happened that day.
I wake up, with half of the blanket off of me and my mum at my face. I can't really make out what she's saying, but she looks mad. I will my brain to focus, and I hear her saying,
"Get up! It's 6!"
It takes me a few moments to get my bearings. I stumble off of the bed and into the bathroom.
I get into my clothes after I'm done with my shower. I turn my head to my table. My table has mementoes from everywhere. There are these wooden letters which spell my name, which my dad got when he went to Singapore. There's a prism thing that a friend of mine, Tim, gave me on my 12th birthday. There are some stones that I collected over my vacations and a statue of a Hindu Goddess, which my dad, a Hindu, asked me to keep. Finally, there's a table clock and a tower of books that I have yet to read.
As I spin my head to the table, the clock reads:
08/07/18
06: 49
I should really get going.
I walk down the stairs, and as if on point, the bus screeches to a halt. And just as always, Chase is there. Chase is a family friend of mine and a math genius. And from now on, he's also a classmate of mine.
It's really weird how we're always talking at get-togethers, but don't say anything to each other in the bus. The bus is something of its own kind. It has two rows of seats; only, the last seat is, well, torn down. It's obvious, that it's the work of the seniors, but it still sucks.
A couple of minutes on the bus, and it gets so quiet that I fall asleep.
I'm like a sloth. I can sleep anywhere.
It's almost 8 when we reach school, and I'm glad we have. I mean, my school's all studies, but I just feel happier here. I rush to my class, taking longer steps across the school field. The class is almost empty. There's just Samantha and Nathan. Samantha is a family friend and I had known her when we were 3. Then, when she shifted across the country, I never saw her for a decade, until my dad's job took us across the country too. Nathan is one of my best friends. But recently, I don't think he thinks so. It's kind of sad.
Ten minutes later, Tim comes. Timothy is this weird tall kid, who's also a best friend of mine, but I don't think he sees me that way either. He's closer to Alex than to me.
Speaking of Alex, she hasn't come in today, which is terrible. School gets really frustrating when she isn't around. I really wanted to talk to her. She's the closest person to me. She knows almost everything about me. We've had a bit for a rocky relationship earlier, but it's totally good now, thanks to her.
It's geography after lunch, and Mr Varrent is already on with his lecture on 'Water'. I find geography extremely tedious. My mind wanders off. I'm zoning in and out. And Tim, who's sitting next to me, notices.
"What's up?" He asks, and I know he knows.
"It's nothing, you know. You have a pen?" I reply, sounding a bit exasperated.
"Yeah, I know. Try putting it out of your mind. It's been about 2 and a half months. You just need a final couple of weeks to be over it completely." He says, handing over his entire bag.
"I'm trying. It just keeps coming back."
"It will. In your situation, it obviously will. You've gotta push it away."
"Thank you, Jesus," I say, and it was a bit loud this time. I slide the click pen I found in his bag in my pocket and put his bag down.
"Whatever." He shrugs.
I'm off the bus, and I meet Cait on the way home. She's this other amazing friend of mine, and there really isn't any other way to put it.
After making it polite, yet clear that I won't be coming later in the evening today, I barely catch the lift.
I have a thing for barely catching stuff.
I reach home, surprisingly tired, and head for my room.
I have a sudden urge to finish my homework as soon as I can. I have had a couple of bites and a cup of coffee, and now I stretch across the bed, with my Physics notebook. I pull out a click pen which I borrowed from Tim. I took it, especially for homework. I'm too lazy to get one myself.
I peep at my table to look at the time.
08/07/18
20: 49
I click the pen to start and suddenly there's this nauseous dizz in my brain. I jump off the bed and take a few steps. This happens to me sometimes. Apparently, it's a side effect of an ear surgery I had a year ago. But this time, it was kind of intense. I could've puked. I take a glass of water and get on with my homework.
I'm done with dinner, so my mum doesn't ask again. My phone shows that it's 9:45 now, and I'm done with physics. I pick my phone up and at that point, it buzzes. It's Alex.
Hey.
Hullo.
I had some
amazing
pasta tonight.
You really want to
make me envious,
don't you?
Mhmm.
I hope you get
something good
tomorrow.
Oh wait, it's a
holiday tomorrow.
It's a Sunday.
And why didn't you
come today?
A?
Hullo?
You there?
Now, I notice that the internet's going haywire. My messages can't reach her.
Okay, my messages
aren't getting through.
Dammit.
I gotta sleep.
Also, I will not be able
to text tomorrow, for
the majority of my
afternoon, since I have
tuitions.
I've skipped four classes
already and Mr Hillary
is going to have my head,
if don't go tomorrow.
Alright.
I really gotta sleep.
Night, A.
Bye.
I keep my phone on the table and tuck myself in. I don't usually dream, it's just a blank screen. Today, I dreamt of this purple asteroid hitting the earth, and a flood and a desert, and it was just very confusing.
I wake up on my own today. It's 5:54 and I see my mum coming to wake me up. She has a thing for waking up early. Even on holidays.
She comes in, sees me up, appreciatively.
"Good. Get ready now." She says.
"For what? It's a holiday!"
She gives me a murderous look.
"Saturdays aren't holidays for you, Mister."
What the heck? Did she just say it's a Saturday? But it was Saturday on 8th.
I turn to my table to see the date.
08/07/18
05: 56
It's 8th? That's not possible.
I look at my mum, and she looks really intimidating. I jump off my bed and rush to the bathroom.
It's not possible. It's just not. I remember yesterday being 8th. What is going on?
For some reason, the next hour passes by in minutes. I'm on the bus now. Chase is there, it's quiet as usual. I try to nap, but I can't. My mind's racing. I can't stop thinking.
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