Its morning.
I didnt sleep enough. Barely four hours. My eyes have swollen bags under them and the headache is annoying.
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I have to lose
It aint about how fast I get there
Aint about what's waiting on the other side
Its the climb!
Suddenly I stopped humming the tune. Why was I singing that?!
I shook my head before getting out of the bed. The lack of sleep is probably making me light-headed.
When I reached college, I was just in time to enter my homeroom before the second bell went.
Right before the Economics lecture, I went to my locker to return the notebooks and take the folder of my project.
I gasped and took a few steps back in shock as torn sheets of paper showered on me out of my locker. The papers had things written on them, some seemed to have drawings. I stooped down to pick up the papers .. I recognised my handwriting.
The world spinned around me.
My project. The one I finished last night staying up the whole time!
Tears started welling up in my eyes as I hastily gathered the bits of torn paper scattered on the ground. People passing through the hall stopped to watch me. I choked down my sobs, clutching the folder and all the destroyed pages, I ran out of the college heading for the park directly.
Nobody followed me.
Nobody bothered to ask.
I felt relieved to be unnoticed.
I slowed my pace when the broken bench came in my sight. Walking up to it, I sat down slowly.
Taking out my project, I spread the pages all over the bench.
I couldnt hold it in any longer. I broke down and cried holding my bagpack to my chest and rocking back and forth.
I remember mom used to rock me this way, in my childhood if I cried.. to comfort me.
Scared that people might notice me.. I quickly wiped away my tears with the back of my palm.
Crying always intensifies my headaches. It felt like my head would explode any moment now. It hurt that bad.
I took some gulps of water before taking out some tape from my bag. And there was about half an hour for the Economics lecture to get over.
Silently I worked at arranging the papers and sticking tape to hold the bits together. When I had done all that I could to make it a complete project I put the pages inside the folder and got up.
I looked at my watch.
Seven minutes left.
I sprinted.
The PTA meeting would be after college gets over. There was one more lecture to go. Philosophy.
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Mysterious Notebook
RandomAnnie was a person of small talk and more silent observation. When she happened to chance upon an old battered leather book. A brown diary. She starts recording her experiences in it. She has few friends and none whom she can call her bosom friend...
