Part 2 - Wake Up

Part 2 – Wake up

“A dream. Just a dream…”

As I alternately closed and opened the lids of my eyes, I have apparently found my self between and betwixt subconscious fantasies and reality. Every now and then I fought myself, or rather, the part of myself that kept on pulling me down to delusion. But then, one startling sound took away all of my struggle and made that pulling force calm and vanish – it was the very alarm ringing of my watch, returning back to me after its first attempt to drag me from my dreams. I reached for my watch, eyes still stuck into darkness, but senses into full vigilance. Hence, I pressed the usual combination of buttons necessary to make the constant – well, not eternally constant, but temporarily constant – ringing come to a halt. Stretching came next, as I eventually made my eyes open steadfastly, but still staring at darkness – it was still early. The dawn.

But apparently, the knowledge – or maybe, the familiarity – that came to me during the dream faded from existence. I no longer missed the sunset, and her presence never seemed real to me anymore. I did not even know who she was now. It was like the dream only gave that familiarity to me in the actual dream to enjoy it, but that familiarity was not really there in reality.

My watch rang again. Turns out I only snoozed the alarm. That ringing gave me my next impulse, and my next realization as well:

“Oh no. I totally forgot. I’m supposed to take the interview today at my new school.”

Having said that, I staggered for a moment, staring into blank space, and immediately jumped off the bed with this sudden burst of energy and stimulus, as if I’ve awakened to the smoke and heat of the flames of my burning house.  But it was not my house that was burning, but my head. “I’m going to be late, I’m going to be late,” I said to myself in silence, blasting my face and mouth with cold water, and running down to devour my breakfast.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Say another word and I’ll come right there and take away your b-fast.”

“Yay, ma. Really helps for the interview.”

In unbelievable minutes of time I managed to empty the plate.  I then quickly took my ten-minute bath that almost seemed like half an hour to me and drilled my teeth with the ever-helping toothbrush and put on my old uniform, as required by my new school. I then thought to myself for a second why did my new school require its contestant enrollees to wear their elementary school uniforms. I was about to enter the world of high school, not to mention that my possible next school only chose the eligible to walk its road through the next level. The rule was this: whoever passes its two mind-draining examinations and manages to impress its teachers with your knowledge through the dreaded interview gets to study in the school. I already struck down the first two obstacles with remarkable difficulty, and am not sure at that moment if I had some more carbohydrates and ATP’s to break down the next one, with my mind still stumbling into thoughts of that peculiar dream.

As soon as I got myself equipped to  face the Trojans, my mother got herself equipped as well, but not to fight blade to blade, rather, just to speculate my victory or utter failure. We stormed out of the house without leaving much disturbance In the house and immediately walked to the next stop – the jeepney stop. Clad in my uniform, the darkness of the sky still coated the surroundings, but the interview is not until eight in the bright morning. The logical reason was simple: the school is two hours away from our place, thus leaving me much time for my egotistical debate – or, put simply, my thoughts on that dream. Who was I with? What does she have to do in my life? Why did I miss being with her so much? Who was she?

But as I delved into the deeps of my mind, the jeepney had already come to an abrupt stop. I realized that the sand timer had already turned upside down. I recognized the place where I was in immediately, for I have been here occasionally to visit my sister, and recently to take the said mind-draining tests. The air had become cooler, as much as the place is elevated from the much more urbanized city part of the region. There I was, standing in front of the seemingly old but actually new edifice – the grand but humble white porch of the school, surrounded by trees that rustled its leaves by the breeze, and by students that looked with full ambition and optimism in their faces, while mine was not as optimistic as theirs. The sun also shared their optimism, shining its never-ending solar luster, and imparting its brightness on all things that it shed its rays. I went in anyway involuntarily boasting my old school with my uniform, walking with considerable confidence with my mom taking each step with me as we passed the banner that printed the school’s name.

“Tantegel Science National High School”

To be continued

*Note: title is actually As the Kibiki Road crosses the Giraffi Freeway. I forgot to put the "the" between "crosses" and "Giraffi" haha...

Comments

[Joboy]

*nosebleed*

[Kibikilogist MJ]

rerevise ko.. may kulang akong nailagay.. haha..
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ung mga post mo sa multiply..
*SUPER NOSEBLEED*
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