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As I climb the stairs up to the fourth floor, I could feel my chest start to burn. These damn lungs couldn't keep up with all the running, I couldn't help but be irritated. I always have to take deep breaths after a bit of running and climbing stairs.

Taking a second to look at my wrist watch, I have a little less than an hour before the bell rings. There are very few early birds like me in the building to be seen around as of now.

Taking the step before the last in the staircase, I unknowingly slowed down, trying to feel if there is a certain presence hiding behind the wall just beside the stairs to make fun of somebody's morning, doing so like an instinct.

Suddenly, I stopped, as my eyes began to pool with tears. Fuck, not now, it's only morning for goodness' sake. I tilted my head upwards to somehow will my tears back.

Taking another deep breath, I exhaled with a determined smile on my face. Clutching the few books I brought for the morning period to my chest, I silently made my way to my homeroom. And as usual, I'm the first to arrive.

Settling my bag and books in my seat, the view of the sunrise from the balcony took my attention, and it never failed to take my breath away. The way the sun peaks from the far eastern mountains, its magnificent rays reflecting softly in the clouds.

The sunrise always makes me feel hopeful, the way the Sun would always show up and shine in all its glory every time the starry night sky says goodbye.

Blinking a few times, I realized I had walked into the balcony, I turn around and entered the room to prepare for a presentation to held this morning, the last subject before break time.

This presentation means everything to me. Since this activity was announced, it took all my will power to not jump like a kid in the room. So if anything goes wrong, the blame would be on me. My performance must be perfect, just as my record is, and as it always will be.

Because if there is anything that defines me best, it would be doing everything as perfect as my works could get, and this activity is no exception.

Rehearsing three more times, students starts to enter the class. Time for me to keep as silent as I could be. Being the good student that I am, I did my duties as the school day starts.

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