Yellow;

The Familiar and Unfamiliar

I walk the roads but don't feel like moving; like a treadmill. The sky is lit up in bold reds and blues, saturated like a rose in the ocean. This new and unfamiliar place feels small and cramped. Even though cars pass the streets once in a while and trees only surround me. The trees are dark emerald and it gets darker as it gets further making me feel scared of what I might find in the forest. I walk alone and wanting to get lost. I don't want to be here, to be honest. New places scare me. Kind of reasonable to say that when you're a person who's been living in the same place for 15 years, moving feels like getting out of bed.

My mum is a businesswoman who works at home and my dad is a doctor doing operations in a very busy hospital, always not home. Me, on the other hand, is a really free person, the school doesn't really get in my way. I don't know about my new school though. I can't wait to find out whether I will find friends or not. I really don't want drama with new people but also I need someone to familiarize me with this surrounding. I want to socialize but I'm not a socially active person.

Lost in my own mind, I didn't realize the figure walking towards me. I didn't catch up fast enough before I could dodge the person. We bump into each other and I fell into the ground and looked up to find the person, whom I assume is a man, looking down on me; I feel pathetic. "You should watch where you're going," I said to the man. It's kind of ironic because I was the one who didn't see where I was going. The man stayed silent and a smile was seen plastered on his face as a car pass by. It isn't an evil smile or cynical. Instead, it was a warm smile, the very first one I see since I got here.

"Ah," He said as he lifted his hand to the back of his head. "So sorry, I kind of blanked out." Then he reached out his hand towards me. And I took it. I stood up and he's still smiling. I opened my mouth to say thank you but he placed his finger to my lips and said, "Do you hear that?" and we both stayed silent.

We looked around and a distant drumming-like-sound can be heard. We rapidly turned our heads to each other and said, "Rain." Simultaneously. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me and we ran. We are being chased by rain to someplace unknown. The rain is catching up and he looked back at me making sure I'm okay, I suppose. A little playground was seen and he dragged me to the little slide set then we got into the yellow-tube-thing to take shelter. We stayed silent with only the sound of rain surrounding us. Like hundreds of millions of tiny drumming sounds getting louder by every second. The person cleared his throat, stating his presence. I turned to him and raised one eyebrow. He looked surprised and shook his head as if he was saying never mind.

I never really liked new people, too. But I, for the first time in ages, felt comfortable and warm with this stranger. What lays in the future for him and I makes me wonder if I will see him again or will he be only a once met stranger? The rain taps the top of this cramped yellow tube like a beat to a ballad and his head is swaying to the song and his sways getting slower every time he sways. Then an extra weight is put upon my shoulders and I know it he's put his head on me and either he fell asleep or he just wanted to. But I am sure that I don't want to tell him to move.