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I walk five paces away from that crowd.
They just don’t mind if they can disturb or even heard everyone, even their slightest whisper can be broadcasted because of their speaker-like mouths. Their babbling and giggling sound makes my ear shut on its own. Well, it’s not me who goes in this crowd, it’s them that follows me, it’s like the strings of my smell turns like sweet lavender to them, and my slightest talk makes them gleam.
I let the trees’ shade cover my own shadows. Twitching my fingers and raising my arms above my head is a good way to relax one’s worn and irritated spirit. My slight is attracted to the little circles of light peeping on the narrow leaves clinging on the branches. I am alone now, at least. I can think of nothing, say nothing and do nothing- this is the most appropriate phrase I could create to describe my delight.
The rustling of the leaves and grass becomes a lullaby. My eyes are going to shut; maybe I can sleep for awhile.
“Hey, there’s Travis” that girl’s thunderous voice breaks my beautiful daydream. I sat down and scratched my head. The time of my life has ended so fast by the sound of thunder that would fit everything. I took this chance to escape another encounter with those people.
Kicking the dust on the corridor is my next attempt to kill time. The place is now spacious due to school students’ get-together on the gym. The event is not compulsory and it is only for those who are hot-blooded for fun and socializing. As for me…
I hear a note, group of notes…it’s music coming from a piano.
I close my eyes and rest my body on the wall near me. The music is suffocating; in a good way… that it conquers one’s soul and take all the sadness and pain in the heart. I can feel the heartbeat of the one who’s playing, it’s portrayed on the notes she or maybe he plays. My feet move voluntarily, I eagerly follow the trails of wonder I am hearing. Every step I turn out to be brighter as if spring is occurring on the building.
I reach the big, red door with a silver knob. It’s really magical to think of it, and the music is very much suited for it. I turn the knob and realize that it’s not locked. The spectacle of a young lady with long, straight, hazel brown hair plays the black school grand piano. The spotlight uplifts the glimmer on her hair and also her music. The sound now is more vivid and colorful as to where my place was before. Now, I can grasp the full beauty and mystery of the piece she plays.
The chains of notes stops, my eyes shoot toward the girl as she raises her hand. It is shaking, and also her whole body as well. I was still in my reverie, my feet are stuck to its place. Suddenly, her body touched the ground.
I jolt to help her out, I was surprised how a beautiful note can be broken and replaced by fear and agony. She moves her eyes but she couldn’t open it well. Her olive skin and childish face is now so close to mine, her lips move a little making an emphasis of her on her looks. Her eyelids closed, and she suddenly felt lifeless. I am in a hurry that a carry her to the school clinic. Luckily, the nurse is there, staring at us with a smile on her face. She asks me to lay the girl down on the bed.
She’s holding that smile since and said, “Well she’s lucky you’ve found her… I will just fetch something” , then she leaves.
Looking at her in this white colored place makes her illuminate with it. I can’t remove my gaze on that girl, she was too good to be true that time. Maybe, she’s an angel… or she’s a goddess. I don’t know what I’m thinking either.
Her hands start to twitch. When she opens her eyes, those black irises are exposed. She looks up in the ceiling, then towards me. I started to feel an unknown boil inside me, looking plainly at her will be my best option.
She touched her forehead, and talks in a soft voice, “Thanks for saving me, I guess I paced out again, am I not?”
My eyes are fixed with hers and I give a nod as a response. She smiled at me and said, “Thank you, for bringing me for a better place to sleep in”
Her last sentence makes me chuckle, I don’t know why, but I agree to the thought that clinic beds are still suitable for people who spaced out. I look away and pretend to cough, hiding my smiles.
“You’re welcome”, those are the only words I have told her.
As she glances away, I feel mystery enveloping this girl; she’s different, puzzling and captivating.
I shake my head, and tell myself…. “No”
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