Knock.. Knock the sound that is always heard when I wake up, just the sound of the door that I hear, somehow make me paranoid waking up in the middle of the night or like a creature that follows me and asks for some clarity on him whether dead or alive, human or not as long as I can see i think he is and deserves to be there even though other people sometimes see me speak for myself and they call me a madman, somehow the house in the middle of this village, it's hard to tell if actually I'm smarter in their appeal yes it is proven in my high school that always got a champion, but my life is always alone my family is not beside me like invisible in my own family is my body is small but is it for that reason that they do not see me or because I am a girl?, it's impossible if I'm just a little girl.
Every morning I do normal activities like any other human being, but if they wake up with an alarm or with a chicken noise different from mine I wake up to the sound of a knock on the door. Knock. It baffles me so much why god lowered me with this very special attention makes me happy if I'm different from other people before waking up I just stare at the wooden roof that lacks windows, so why do I really need a clock on me, yes because it's my room that's so dark and I just hear the sound of door knocks always and somehow the memory belongs to who's embedded in the brain who's afraid if I hear the sound of the knock is not moving just the sound it's always from the right corner of the bathroom located at the very end of my house. By the time I woke up in the morning I only saw the commotion of a busy family preparing breakfast for them to work but me and my brother were still in the same high school but two years away from my brother, so my brother was in third grade, uniform and others, just look at the 20 thousand money that folded in the middle of the dinner table, saying good morning is not to be a culture in my little family.
My brother was kind and always looked after me with a big body when I was 18 that made no one dare bother me in this school, yes everyone just knows that I became a sister, but everyone doesn't understand me at all at school, there's nothing special about me, everyone sees me like a normal human being. , but I still heard the knock but the knock of the door was lost in my daydream by a student who came late with a sweaty face of irregular breath and a shaking hand knocking on the door with the sound of a plan he said "sir am I still allowed in?" he said while lowering his head, a good response from the teacher he was right to enter but he got a penalty for singing in front of the class with one raised leg , for me it's been an entertainment when I'm at school so as not to remember the sound of door knocks.
Ting... Ting the sound of iron that hit hard sign if the lesson clock is finished, other students are very excited there is a direct run kekantin, some jump straight away, whereas I, just walking regularly to the basketball court not to play basketball, I'm just glad to see the person who is in activity like we really feel alive even though many of his female friends invite him to eat together. But I know it's just a small talk and I've never made that invitation and I know if they don't want to be next to me, i don't know why if I see myself the same as them, I'm still the same as a human being in general and that's what confuses me because I have such a small body that they're reluctant to me or maybe because I'm a girl? There's no way they're also long-haired girls and wear colorful slippings in their hair. Finally I just bought a meal with money from my mother to buy me a loaf of bread and also warm milk that was enough for me to do activities while at this school until myself and my brother came home.
After that the lesson continued yes the same I could just be silent and stare forward with an empty view and only crossed the black empty room completely right without any light coming in, really like a hollow room, very soundproof and not heard by anyone if we screamed, but after that heard the sound of a door knock that was so loud and powerful it shocked me and woke up turned out to be a teacher who was banging on my desk because I was asleep when he explained the material About the lesson he was teaching me, the whole student laughed at me and it was like a long time spinning all eyes were on myself and I could just duck down to the table and look at my two black shoes that were still clean after the sunday morning wash.
