With this serenely perfect weather to picnic with your
closest people-families- we had our own obligations and obstacles to attend a
picnic. The sun was cheering for me, waiting for me and tempting me to stole a
little of its shine to fulfill my own necessities. As I looked into the blue
sky as blue as Nial Horan’s (A member of one direction boyband) irresistible
eyes and wider than the Pacific Ocean, all I could see was the enjoyable moment
with my imagery friends and families with fantastic games in waiting. However,
here I am with my pencil drawing out everything in this renowned jail called
school.
Again, for
a thousand times I slept or gazing off through the window during his
unstoppable lecture and as I could remember he talked about why should we always
do our homework or why neglecting our assignments could prevent us to be
successful. I thought,” Oh my gosh (my mom told me to replace the word god with
gosh)! Can’t he let us off? Why do we have to everything he commanded just like
we’re a prisoner? Why he become silence when in not class and talk to nobody, however in class he was so talkative”. A sociopath trying to teach us about morals and rules,
please, rules are made to be broken. The whiteboard was full of nonsense. I’m
exhausted. I’m hungry. I’m sleepy. I want to go home.
As he
taught, suddenly the ground was shaking tremendously. It’s as if the world is
spinning. I could not see clearly. My sight was blurred and filled with people
running while screaming. Just as before we escaped, the head teacher went to
our class and told us to duck under the table and don’t panic. “How can we be still
and be a robot.” I thought.
We couldn’t
wait anymore and the students blast out from the class and ran down the stairs,
pushing one another. It wasn’t a normal rain, instead it was a giant snowball
falling from the sky like a meteor. It was windy and blurry. The way down the
stairs therefore was also slippery. I could see the sociopath was way ahead of
us, saving his own skin I guessed. However, out of a sudden, he turned and ran
back up to save this one girl way behind me. He carried her with his weakling
arms while the girl hugged his minuscule head. I was surprised. I was stunned.
I couldn’t move. Among the crowds, everyone was pushing me and called me an
idiot for when I was standing on their way.
He was in
front of me and shouted,” walk and run for your life! Don’t tell me that I need
to also carry you in my arms.” I turned and walked. I was separated from him.
Furthermore, I saw an enormous snowball falling into our direction. As the
snowball fallen into the ground, we lost controlled. I thought it was the end
of the adventure escaping school since there was no more rain, however I
misjudged again and the ball was coming to our way. We ran. I felt I was the
woman in temple run (game).
Everyone
had gathered in the field and successfully escaped the thread, including me,
however he wasn’t here yet. After the snowball stopped, we returned and find a
girl was crying beside the giant snowball. As we went near it, I could see him
under the snowball as big as a dinosaur from night at the museum (movie). He
showed no sign of movement or breathing. He died. The principle stated the time
of death and prayed.
4 years
later, here I am, enjoying my sunlight after I finished my bachelor degree in
my mostly hated subject- philosophy. I could sunbathe during my job and anytime
I want. My family could visit me anytime they want, although the way here might
be tiring. My new friends are birds and dogs. The people here had dark skin and
brown colored hair due to the mud and dirt. They are nice and easygoing people.
Every year, we would receive plenty of fruits and foods. With my shovel, here I
stand in front of the sociopath once I hated and now I loved dearly, taking
care of his burial, as a gardener of tombs. From this day on, I am also a sociopath.
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