Chapter 1- Ubiquitous Day

Back when I was in middle school, I like being alone in our room. While other girls were chatting about their love lives, I guess, or constantly grooming in front of the huge mirror at the back portion of our room, I… Am… Just… Sleeping… In… My… Desk.

To be honest, I am not pretty nor ugly, just imagine a normal-faced-but-stressed-on-the-inside look girl but not a nerd.  I… would rather not talk about my academic performance though but yes, I am a normal, plain, boring, student type at that time. I didn’t even imagine making a company, consisting of beautiful, talented and intelligent girls (it’s a compliment). While they were all enjoying their lives as teenagers, I am fighting my own battle how to sleep in a comfortable position using this not-so-special-type of chair, a normal one, like me.

 “Should I read some books over there?”, while resting my head at the top of my hands.

“But I’m lazy to stand up, ugh, never mind, I’ll just watch the ceiling and wait until the class’s free time is over.”

Then suddenly, one of my classmate, Aimee, talked to me about my eyelashes.

“Hey May, where did you get that long lashes of yours?”, she asked while touching my lashes as I am pretending to be asleep.

“To my parents”, I answered sleepily.

“Yes I know, but who to be exact, mother? Father?”, she asked curiously.

(May’s inner self: “Damn, I’m just trying to sleep. Stop asking me.”)

“I got the long lashes' gene to my father and a curvy lashes gene to my mother, adios, I’m trying to sleep.”, I answered.

Fortunately, she stopped asking me but unfortunately, our teacher for the last day’s subject entered the room that results to quick change in my room’s environment. A normal room setup.

“Ms. Secretary, please write it on the board ‘coz we’re having a short quiz about this for tomorrow’s schedule”, Mr. Nathan, our Ad-Tech teacher, who likes to ask our classroom secretary, Rheanne, to do her job as secretary.

(*Ad-Tech means Advance Technology*- though there is no such thing like Ad-Tech)

As usual, my classmates at the back were all murmuring as they were all lazy when it comes to note-taking. Though even me hates it, but it’s better than trying to sleep in an uncomfortable chair while some of your seatmates were trying to distract your concentration.

As I am writing, my point of vision accidentally rolled outside our room, some students were going home already, while the soccer team are having their afternoon practice in the school field, then I saw a hardworking classmate of mine, Brian, writing constantly as if he’s having a writing competition and I guess it’s right ‘coz I saw Joseph, who’s trying to distract him to slow his pace of writing. I smiled then continued writing.

As Rheanne finished writing, some of my classmates took their cellphones out of their pockets and start taking pictures in front of me. I am a little annoyed ‘coz all I can see are their backs and hands trying to capture all the writings in the board. But, I am more annoyed to him (pointing at Mr. Nathan) as he’s letting his student do these stuffs.

“What’s the point of Rheanne’s effort if we’re just allowed to take pictures of it.”, I murmured.

“May chill, don’t get upset, as soon as we finished writing, we are done, while they need to write it in their respective homes.”, Justine answered.

Justine, is a girl, okay, she’s my seatmate and a friend.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Then Mr. Nathan take his leave. No teacher means free time and as it was our last subject, the usual things start again. Some girls rushed to the mirror to brush their hair, to put their lipsticks on, and braid their hairs, boys… um… the boys were divided like three to four groups, the responsible group who picked the broom to start sweeping the floor, the lazy group who starts playing with their phones, the musical group who starts strumming and singing while the class next door were still discussing that results to Mrs. Mary’s lecture (our history teacher) and lastly the outside group, they just literally go outside the room to excuse their selves in cleaning the room.

Me? What am I doing? Well, I am just… sitting in the arm of my chair (even though it is a prohibited action) watching them as I know the moment that when we start to depart to become senior high school students, these faces of my classmates were no longer be the same and complete.

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