Deja Vu ( 2022 Version )

𝟯. 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀

❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘. 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 ❞

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Harry's POV:

" Welcome class! " Our science class instructor exclaimed, as she clasped her hands in a cheerful manner. " I just want to thank everyone for being present today, as we're elated to have you all back! "

Gravity is holding me back from exiting 2nd period right now. I much rather head to the Cinema on Carolina Street and purchase a ticket to watch 'Sunflower Vol. 6'. That movie is supposedly critiqued as the movie of this cruel summer, so it ought to be great!

There's a list of bemusing activities I had wished to do throughout the span of Quarantine, but unable to experience due to unfaltering circumstances. All summer long was promptly shed of confound preparation for in person school, lacking time for personal activities. 

Sure, I'm alleviated about the death of zoom classes and the anew opportunity of casually meeting up with friends daily, but ever since the start of lockdown, my grades just weren't the same. My once extraordinary grades everyone loathly smiled upon, have since immensely dropped.

The bland, but frantic experience of Quarantine has further bought me a laidback attitude, I once gradually abstained from. The awaited 2 year period has granted me to renounce myself into someone I would've never allowed myself to be. Yet after so long, I eventually gave in and yearned to be him.

March 15th, 2020

I sighed in dull boredom, as I thrusted the cable channels in a drowsy manner. I'm exhausted of the pounding fear that's vividly displayed on the hollow screen, which clings in the center of my Aunt Louisa's living room.

Millions of our vulnerable kind dying and in deep suffering, all due to this hasty outbreak. It's not fair, what families are going through. Predominantly faced with a virus, that's ten times stronger than what their immunity and body could ever handle.

What if out there is a kid like me, who's family has caught covid, and constantly wondering if they'll make it out alive? They don't deserve to go through all that worry. No one does.

The thought of this clusters me, as I wish I could perceive the pandemic as something less blemishing. If Only I could haze at life through Max's lenses; all oblivious and unaware of the true surroundings. I'd live in constant denial at every torrid obstacle that paves my way, and lush in aglow optimism.

Speaking of Max, I'm certain that the loud thump that's just occurred somewhat involves him. I navigated myself through the  hallway's stairwell and found Max, who stood over an abundant piles of their own clothing.

Oh great, now look at what they've done . . .

Despite causing a heuristic mess, Max's headphones continued to stay fully intact. He gaped at the mess that fell right beneath their dreary sight. Idiot.

<< an hour later >>

" Aunt Louisa, is dinner ready yet? " Max pouted, while wondrously flashing his ace cards. 

Ace cards ÷ . .  . that's hilarious, but you probably wouldn't understand why. Judging by the smell of the kitchen, I think Aunt Louisa is baking garlic bread. Ah, my favorite!