gungho
Saturday, March 10, 2007
I'm walking, as I've always done in my repeating cycle of school days. A little too early to be here, a little too late to complain about that. Supposedly calming morning breeze is seeping through my veins like sunlight through the window pane, and it freezes every drop of pulsing blood in my body, sedating the throbbing vein in my forehead. It's good, but it's not good.
Five minutes before the bell. Five minutes before the people outside start to make a beeline for the entrance and await their turn to swipe that plastic card on the red beam of light. Planting myself on the bench, I scan for familiar people, ground, anything. Ah, thank fate, I see one of my mates on one side of the stairs. I cross the street and try to catch his attention as I walk closer. Hey. Hey. He--
*snap*
On the corner of my eye, I could sense a slight disturbance coming from the snapping sound. A sound all too familiar, a sound to call a significant someone's attention, a term of endearment if you will, a sound to announce the memory of what is supposed to be camaraderie and brotherhood. Fuck that. Trying my best to avoid and make that snapping sound feel like it was being ignored, I hasten myself to my mate and coaxed him into sitting on the benches across the street. But, as luck, my luck specifically, would have it, I am forced to drop my could shoulder act and look at the hand waving in front of my face, or at least, an outstretched arm shaking madly a few centimeters in front of my nose. I dare not look for more than a second, so I put up with it and give the most pleasing grimace (not grin) I could give and head off to god knows where.
*snap*
I think I looked back again. And I don't fucking care anymore. Right.
smiled at the sun again @ 12:05 AM,
