𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒍

act. iii || scene iii || powell

11/03

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Tape 2 | Side A

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“Next up,”

“Is none other than the one and only Powell Krastins.”

“To be honest, you’re supposed to be the odd one out here but I know that you’re obvious to the fact now why you are listening to this.”

“That’s right, because you’re one of them. One of the few who turned things for the worst. After that night, I know that nothing will ever be good from anything in my days ever again."

You just made things worse, ever since you came. At least now I realized the significance of your existence in my life even if it only caused me confusion and pain. All that there is of a bad fortune. And I don’t know if it’s a curse or that you’re just bad news. But, I know that the day you came, would lead to something unhealthy to me. 

Three years ago.

It was a Wednesday somewhere in the third week of September. Instead of being in school inside our classrooms, Mr. Paulston lead the whole class for a cycling in the town forest, as he had made the plans on the weekend before, remember?

Said that it will be a change of scenery for our biology lectures.  Everybody was in high spirits to use their bikes for a good reason, even the ones who only hitched in on to the ones with more amity to share seats.

Of course my bike was just enough for my ninth grade ass so I wasn’t able to carry someone, but everybody was able to be accomodated anyways. But, the more I stayed behind everybody else because I wanted to pedal on my bike at my own pace, the more I was starting to get jealous so pathetically with the doubles. I mean, I was excited about the whole thing but Yahni and Abby had other things to do that day so they weren’t able to come. 

And just my luck, I got a flat tyre.

I ended up staying behind without letting them know. Now, I couldn’t do anything with a bike that has a flat tyre. Because the only remedy to the damage, is directly take it home and get a pump.  But, I was torn to going back or just run to catch up with everybody. So, I spent 5 more minutes sulking by the bridge.

Then you came,

In a car to be exact.

And I just stood there not knowing I was already glaring at both of you and the bloody red color of that car.

It almost felt insulting.

We were supposed to use bikes and not something that’s driven by a motor. But, I guess you just want to have and do things your way.

Atleast that’s what I hear from a few,  the rest are nothing but good things.

And you did stop and got out of the car to inspect my poor excuse of a flat tyre. Good thing you had a pump in your trunk.