JADE'S POV:
It's 11:11pm.
The scene from the hall was unbearable.
Everybody’s freaking out, as if they were once separately scattered all over eight planets on the universe and finally comes back to earth again after 968412113 years or so. And like aliens or UFOs or whatsoever, everyone’s busy greeting and acknowledging each other, each eyes and mouths and minds busy remembering who’s who. Yet, they’re still doing this traditional beso-beso here and there, which pretty much sucks me off and makes me roll my eyes more than usual. Phrases like “Oh my God you’ve changed a lot!” and “So how was your salary grade? 21?” and “You look so fairer!” and “Wow! Where did that 25K diamond came from?” filled the air. Everyone did transform though, most from worst to best, others from best to greatest. I wonder where those “from greatest to worst” groups are, but afterall, Homecoming really is set for and by people who got something to “show off” after a year or so, so why care about the rest? What a bitter truth. What a cruel world.
Talking about Homecoming, yep, after two good(for me, maybe.) long years of living outside the four-corners-of-the-classroom, here we are again, reunited under different, unfathomable purposes. While some are busy “showing off”, others would just simply want to reminisce and travel back through time. And then at some part of the event, I know I would be forced to both “show off” and travel back through time: back to my college crappy life. The time when you think everything can be reached by just merely wishing. The time of endless hope and waiting. And the time when the bitter truth was revealed: that you’ve waited for nothing.
Yes. Going . Back. To. That. College. Crappy. Life. And I’m not that good with that.
And then I started to wonder why I even choose attend this stupid event when I know I would just get pissed off with the scene. I wonder why I even bother to consider going to this stupid event when I'm pretty sure everything would just remind me of my former stupidities. I wonder why I still can’t help myself from making mindless decisions, from being stupid, and from being.. me. I wonder.. And my eyes wander.. And the band just finished playing that one nostalgic song. And before the answer-- which I believe my subconscious mind already knows-- successfully hit my brain, I dashed out of the hall.
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Teen Fiction“I didn't wish on 11:11, on crossed fingers, on wishbone, on falling meteors, nor on falling eyelashes to have someone like him. He just.. came. And I believe it's destiny.” --Jade
