"You may listen to people but never ever let them dictate what you do. Chase your dreams and live your life."
An echoed voice came from nowhere. I heard screams and the sound of shattering glasses.The smoke went into my eyes, blinding me. I started to walk to find the voice but I can't hear it anymore. I tried to breathe but my body gave up. When I felt like I was about to die, someone grabbed and wrapped me with his both hands and my eyes suddenly went black.
Where am I? Am I still alive? I asked myself the moment I woke up. Was that how death felt like? I expected to feel excruciating pain to my body but I couldn't feel anything. I thought I was about to die....Or is it just a dream?
"Neeruam wake up!"
I heard my mother knocking at my door. I immediately opened it and gave her small kisses.
"Good morning mom!" I greeted.
"Maligo ka na at mag-aalmusal pa tayo."she said before walking downstairs.
I hurriedly went to my bathroom to take a bath. I let the cold water drip into my body and it made me feel that I'm still alive. After taking a bath, nagsuot ako ng damit pangskwela. A grey above-the-knee skirt and a white blouse with grey necktie. Pagkatapos kong magbihis at mag-ayos, kinuha ko muna ang bagpack ko at bumaba patungong silid kainan.
As I stepped in the dining room, I saw my father sitting on the table holding a mug of coffee and reading some newspapers---his very usual routine in the morning.
"Good morning dad!" I said and kissed him in the cheek.
"Morning. How was your school yesterday?"
I sat beside him.
"Fine dad. Nothing bad happened." I lied even though there was.
"Good morning sweet hearts! The food is ready!" My mother said while serving the foods.
We ate. My father had no more questions after that. He is always serious when it comes to my studies. He doesn't even support me in my writing skills. He keeps telling me that I should focus in my studies not anything else.
I love writing and reading books. That is what I desire, to write stories that everyone would like to read. I want to write because even if I die now, there will always a piece of memory that will remain to remember me.
Pagkarating ko sa eskwelahan, group of fake friends agad ang bumungad sa akin. They were saying.....
"Nabasa mo na ba yung sinulat niya? Hindi maganda di ba?"
"Oo nga eh hindi magkakakonektado yung mga ideas niya."
"Ba't di na lang magfocus sa pag-aaral niya para hindi siya mabagsak sa honor roll."
"Feeling niya yata sisikat siya."
"Hays, girls tara na nga!"
Biglang sumikip yung dibdib ko pagkarinig ng mga sinabi nila. Sanay naman na ako sa mga masasamang komento nila. Hays daig pa nila ang perpekto sa mundo kung makapagjudge. Hindi ko na lang binigyang pansin iyon at pinagpatuloy ko na lang ang maglakad hanggang sa nakarating ako sa unang klaseng dadaluhan ko.
Pumasok ako at umupo sa dati kong upuan. Wala pa ang aming professor sa Business Finance. Kaya sinuot ko muna ang pang-ulong hatinig para pakinggan ang mga musika na aking kinagigiliwan. Habang nakikinig ako napatingin ako sa labas ng bintana may taong nandodoon na nakangiti at nakatingin sakin.
"Neer pahiram ng ballpen." Tumingin ako sa nagsalita at binigay sa kanya ang ballpen.
Pagtingin ko ulit sa labas ng bintana wala na yung lalakeng nandoon. Baka namamalikmata lang ako.
