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VERSE 1
Have you ever thought that life is just a simple game of chess? that every move that you make determines victory?
Has it ever crossed your mind that writing is just like a car going down the road?
Writing is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. ' You don't have to see where you're going, you don't have to see your destination or everything you will pass along the way.
As I read these quotes I wonder what do I want to do? what should I do?
VERSE 2
I awoke from my slumber, recalling the events of the previous day. I rose from my bed, adjusted my sheets, and touched the upper left part of my cheek. Reaching for the table beside me, I opened my phone to check the time.
I ran out in a panic, having forgotten I was still in my loungewear. I hurried to the shower, quickly undressing and ignoring the temperature of the water. After a brief shower, I walked to my older sister's room and knocked three times. After waiting a few minutes with no response, I concluded she must have left.
Checking the time, I wasn't frustrated or angry but conflicted by my sister's actions and my own. Why had she left me? Was it to make me bear the responsibility for my actions? Soon, my mother called out from downstairs.
"YOU'RE LATE! IT'S 9!"
No longer caring about being ridiculed, I put on the clothes I had prepared the day before, as my school uniform was not yet ready. I dashed down the stairs to find my mom dressed as elegantly as a blooming rose. I asked in confusion, "Mom, why are you dressed so formally?"
A moment of silence followed as she sprayed her Victoria's Secret perfume. She replied, "How could I let my son go to school alone?" I smiled at the thought that my mother cared for me, even though she was running late herself.
A few moments later, we stepped outside, and the smell of overcooked barbecue hit me, making me nauseous. I had to move a few meters away to avoid the scent, leaving my mother behind. She soon caught up with me, tapped me on the shoulder, and handed me a spare helmet.
With the gate open, my mother mounted her bike and helped me onto it. We set off for school. Due to traffic, we had to maneuver carefully, leaving my mother breathless. I waited for her to catch her breath, anxiously checking my phone. The campus was unusually quiet, with only a few staff members around. I concluded that the orientation was still underway, giving me time to get there.
Once my mother had regained her composure, she guided me to the building, asking for directions along the way. At the entrance, she wished me good luck and accompanied me to my classroom. I entered to find an educator giving a presentation. I asked about the room and was informed that, as a late enrollee, I had been moved to Room 204.
I thanked the educator and walked towards Room 204, not realizing my mother was following me. Whether it was due to my anxiety or just my façade of indifference, I wasn't sure.
Inside Room 204, I boldly inquired about the room and entered, drawing all eyes to me. I quickly scanned the room and noticed a familiar face in the back left corner—my best friend, Wingwi. He called out to me, "Ja!" and I waved back in acknowledgment.
I took a seat in front of the educator, between two students I found unremarkable. The educator continued with the orientation, discussing school rules, ID usage, and offenses. When he mentioned that recess was ten minutes away, I felt a sense of relief, as I had grown bored.
To my left sat a girl with a glamorous presence. Her exquisite eyes captured my attention, and I struck up a conversation with her. Her name was Dani, and through our chat, I made a new friend.
Hours passed, and the presentation finally ended. I asked Romi, the boy to my left, why everyone was standing. He informed me that the presentation had concluded. I stood up, remembering Wingwi, and walked to the back of the room. He stood up and fist-bumped me as we decided to catch up. We walked towards the exit.
As we left, a girl with raven hair unexpectedly bumped into my shoulder. Wingwi took advantage of this distraction and playfully tickled me, leaving me helpless with laughter. Through my tears of joy, I wondered about the bold girl who had bumped into me. Her face... was beautiful.
