Blissful

Chapter 1

"Bleep, Bleep, Bleep." It's been half a year since I started studying in SJI and I finally settled down into the new environment. *Blink*. It's 5:20 already?With outstretched arms, I sat up on my bed, staring into emptiness.
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"Doors are closing..." The usual sound system of the MRT and the heated debate of my friends went overhead, remaining unheard. Standing opposite each other, were two Secondary school students. The boy said something, and she laughed, laughed while still staring at his eyes.
Haiz, when can I ever be in that position?
"Did you hear? About the new game that was released yesterday." The constant chatters from my friends dragged me back to reality and it immediately sparked my interest. On his phone, was the newly released battleground game, "Glory".
"Ooo, is this the new game where the heroes have passive abilities and have different classes?" I asked in curiosity. After showing me some of the features of the free-for-all game, he alighted at his stop. We may be friends, but we don't go to the same school. Seeing him turn his back as he said a casual word of ' bye ', made my heart sour. Good for him, to be in a mixed school, whereas I had to enroll my dumb ass into a bloody boys school. It's not that I disliked my school: it's wild and I like it, but, the fact that there were no students of the opposite gender greatly disturbed me. It made me very antisocial whenever I'm close to a girl, and stumble on words even a baby can say. It strikes me how unfair life was. I really very very disliked the hierarchy system in life: "higher-ups" are merely status with more perks from civilian but, in the end, we're all humans, no? See my point? I don't even know any girls well enough to fantasies about, which is why I always try to criticize the system of society. It made me feel better and less lame than I already am, but nonetheless, the hole was there, and I could feel it opening, day by day, hurt after hurt.
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"Your math teacher is on medication leave today. I am your relieve teacher, Mrs Chua. May I know where your class chairman is?" A 50 y/o looking teacher, with thick makeup walked into the class. Many people sniggered and whispers could be heard all around the class, "pfft, she looks like a Barbie doll", my partner turned to me. Sigh, there we go again. See my point? Even the educational systems have some sort of hierarchy, and address is according to status, not name. And how no one seems to bother, as though everything was perfectly normal. I glared daggers at the scrawny, nerdy looking kid who smiled while raising his hand. Even though no one called him by his name, he looked perfectly ok with it, almost as though he ' liked ' the attention he was receiving. The problem with society? The fact that names don't matter. Not my name. Not anyone's name. Suddenly, I was staring at a 9-foot tall dragon, steaming at me, claws gripped, as though ready to pounce at me. I stared at awe, instead of running. Studying it's realistic scales, which reflected light in every direction, shine, I reached my hand out, to feel it, only to have the image dissipate from my field of vision, and pulled me back to reality, where I was pulling on my classmates shirt, who was seating in front of me. Before I could comprehend the situation, I got called out of class, and was given a scolding, again.
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"Doors are closing..." I looked up at the screen, only to realize, there were 2 more stops to home. I switched my pivotal foot, from right to left, and leaned my entire body on the side of the train. . . . " I'm home." I said monotonously as I opened the fornt door to my house which was really pointless, as it was empty, eerie, and scarily silent. Dumping my bag to a corner of the room, I laid down on the sofa and turned on the tv. I ate some Cheerios as pre-dinner. At 7, my parents came home, asked about school, had dinner and I went back to my room to look into some notes for literature. It would have been another normal, boring day, and I could have went to sleep, and the cycle continues tomorrow, but I hated normal, I wanted change. I thought of how I was barely scaping by the exams, how there was so much pent-up stress in me, and how I was so lonely. What I didn't know, was that, somewhere else, someone was thinking the same thing as me.