CHAPTER XI
IN DEEP
I knew it but I'm in denial. It was all just a dream. A puff of smoke that dissipated into thin air leaving no trace of its presence or whatsoever. However, the smell lingers on like a classic french film that was already rolling the credits. When will Lana comeback?. Well, I'd never want to see her unhappy. I thought she'd want the same for me. I sat on the edge of the bed imagining I was on top of a skyscraper. I contemplate in unbreakable silence hoping someone would push me from the ledge and save me from this pain. I like the view of the towering buildings.
I promised myself that when I earn enough money, I would buy myself an apartment in the heart of the big apple. I want it to be a one bedroom flat or make it two for investment purposes. I prefer it to be spacious, filled with modern furnitures and has a minimalist feel to it. Also a floor-to-ceiling glass wall would be ideal as I want to wake up to the bright morning sunlight and come home to the view of the concrete jungle when its all dark and bright lights. I desire to own one. Where I can enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and famous. I would host parties exclusive for the elites only. Leisurely sip white wine in the day and red wine at night. Lay back on a black cow-hide leather sofa and admire my oil painted portrait against the solid white textured walls. I can see myself. A successful person. Rich. Famous. Intelligent. Sophisticated. Everything I wanted to be.
The rain pulled me back to reality. The sky was weeping. What a big cry-baby. Shedding every tear because it can't endure the pain of losing someone close to him anymore. It was a cry for help. Its like screaming but no one can hear. I stood up to get dressed for school. I put on the stranger's jacket because it fits better than the other one.
The search for an umbrella begins. I went to the kitchen hoping to find that blue umbrella I bought from the 99 cents store few months ago. That umbrella was slightly deteriorated, there are small holes in it but it still can serve its purpose. I couldn't find it anywhere. It must have been lost inside the storage room behind the house. A dismal place for the long forgotten things.
It was nice to be back in school again. Walking down the hallway was such a torture. The juniors are staring at me like I'm some kind of a freak. Do they know what happened last night? Were they even invited. There must be something on my face. I found my way to the boys toilet. Such a relief, I felt safe from those piercing eyes. I look into the mirror to find out that my left eye is swollen. Oh no. What a great way to start the week.
'How was your weekend Max?' Ms. Din walked up to me in the hallway. I almost dropped my books. She's blooming. 'I heard your dad have already left Southport. I didn't even have the time to talk to him..' she looked at me in the eye. 'It was a sudden decision..' I pursed my lips. 'How are you coping with everything all by yourself Max?' she changed the subject before I could find out she has feelings for my father. Well Ms. Din I already know. 'Ms. Din please don't confuse yourself, just call me Lian.' I smiled at her.
She crossed her arms and took a deep breath. 'Well? I am fine on my own Ms. Din. In fact I am old enough to take care of myself. I am what you call an independent child.' I said politely. I heard myself stumble upon the word independent. 'Im worried about you. I'll see you in class later.' She really looked stressed about my well-being. Ms. Din is starting to act like my mother.
'Ring!' goes the school bell. I was walking around the school, searching for my best friend. I just can't believe that I left my phone at home. I'll be stuck in this woods looking for Sandy. I hope the big bad wolf have not devoured her yet, we still have a party to attend tonight.
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