Coming Out Of The Shadows

Tick Tock

My true passion is writing; I love sitting under a lovely oak tree and feeling the breeze as my pencil glides with my paper. Writing down every bite of the feeling I have ever felt on this day. My favorite pieces to conceive are poetry...

Tick Tock.

The sound of a clock

Loud and Clear

He is always near

A form of binder

A constant reminder

Of an ever-moving flow

Regardless of any woe

Tick Tock

Hurry up and knock

For time never waits

He merely dictates

How precious is time

To waste is a crime

A powerful tool

To misuse is to be a fool

For time wasted

Can never be regained

Tick Tock

(By Tasha Lim)

Time is something I spend the most amount of.  I have searched for over a year for a college cheap enough for a girl like me living on her own with barely any money, even to afford to put milk in the fridge. As I sit underneath my favorite oak tree that shakes and stirs with the breeze of the wind, I hear my name being yelled out from across the almost abandoned park.

"Hey, Blair!" The tall, slender man yelled, out of breath. It seems he just ran more than the length of a football field.

"Hi, Liam." I chuckle as he gasps to catch his breath.

"Ok, now that I've caught my breath. I think I finally found the perfect school for you before you start drilling me on the basics. Yes, it's cheap, close to your apartment, and has Cali's best writing program." Liam exclaims, not letting me get a word in edgewise. I sit there and puzzle for a while, still writing down notes; Liam put a lot of effort into this why not check it out for his sake?

"Sure, why not." 

"Before you- wait, did you just agree for once?" He says with a dramatized shocked expression.

"You put a lot of time into finding this college for me, and if you say it's cheap, close, and got a good writing program. Why the hell not?" The sides of his mouth turn into a shit-eating grin. Liam Montgomery, my best friend since kindergarten, I still remember the day that this shy little boy came creeping into the classroom.

He didn't have a clue in the world what to do with himself; he had just moved here from New York City, and let me tell you, moving from the Big Apple to Cali is one hell of a change for a five-year-old. He was just about to put his book bag down in a cubby when the brute of the class shoves him out of the way and puts his things there instead.

I was sitting at my designated desk the whole time, watching the peculiar kid. When I saw the scene unravel in front of me, my blood boiled, I got up from my desk, marched over there, and punched the kid straight in the face, took his stuff out, and put Liam's things in, and ever since that day, we have been inseparable.

"So when is the meeting set up for?" I asked him, looking down at my pen and paper, knowing damn well he already signed me up for a tour.

"It's tomorrow at three." He says so proudly of himself. I roll my eyes and continue writing.