Entangled Strings (Under-revision)

Ⅰ

That sounded like I am part of a sect and was eerie.

Not exerting too much effort on my get-up for the day, I simply powdered my face, put on some lip balm, dried my hair, then let it down naturally.

Wearing a yellow sweetheart tee-top, paired with a jumper, and to finish the look, I've worn my white disruptor as footwear.

"Bonkers! I'll most likely be late and will be considered tardy," I aforesaid, almost cursing I looked at myself on the full-length mirror just to see my petite built, chinky, poo-brown specked eyes and a pale complexion like that of a ghost, as what other kids used to call me back in kindergarten. What a combination, huh?

Got my mini backpack for my daily necessities and my luggage for clothes and other not-so-important stuff but kidding aside, I also put my favorite stuffed toy named Mr. Racoon, well obvious from the name, it is a raccoon doll. I had no clue with giving names, no?

Is it just me, or is anybody else like this? I mean, I can't even sleep without him. This habit dates back from only God knows how long.

As I was about to finish placing the additional items, I heard the crackling noise from the kitchen. That may be my mom making breakfast.

"Mama, I'm ready," I called out for my mother. "Bye, Pa," I bid after pecking his cheeks as he continued to read the issued newspaper for the day. "Be a good boy, little fella'," I reminded kiddingly to my sibling, Neil. "We'll be heading out, Papa. I'll miss you guys real bad," I mentioned in a long note.

"Don't even worry a bit, we also will. Goodbye, sweetie. Take care." He then smiled afterwards.

My mother prepared a bounty bento box for my breakfast with Katsu as the heart of the meal, pre-cooked edamame, then tamagoyaki, or basically known as the Japanese Omelette, plus my all-time favorite baby potatoes, and lastly, the seasoned rice.

Regardless of the full feast, I also took two butter toast for added umami. But you can also say that I'm just gluttonous. Some even say that thee's a big eater in contrast with my body.

I placed the heavyweight bags inside the trunk. Mom and I went to her Cadillac and drove off to Ciudad de Flormina, Nueva Ecija. It is quite far from home, and going home everyday is a waste of gas. Maybe an hour and a half, depending on the traffic status, and most of the time, it is super heavy.

I'll go there to study because there is this school called Ciudad de Flormina State University that has my dream course within its range of fields, and it is the nearest to my hometown. And to think that my mother's friend has a son studying there and has his dormitory, and happens to be the only danged available place to stay in, I guess I have no other choice but to stay in for a while. No clue, why my mother would let me dorm-in with a boy. Even Pa agreed to the abomination.

I am four full revolutions younger, nonetheless, he is just three years ahead of me and is taking BS Chemistry as his major. I only know his surname because his mother does not address him by his name when mentioned, that might be for a certain reason, I guess? Are they keeping it a secret? All I know is that I will be living with Mr. Pirouette, a 23-year old male.

What a coincidental matter and it reminds me of a certain someone, someone so important and admirable but definitely unreachable for the ordinary ones like the likes of me. I'd be dreaming of green horses on the wall just to see myself with his presence.

I hoped for everything to go smoothly like this ride where one can witness an awestruck sight.

A view of various trees, either bearing or not. Mouth-opened, my marbles glimmered in amusement.

Bewildered by the spectacular picture of nature, my vision drifted among the fields, filled with milk-giving cows and crops such as rice and others that are mostly cultivated in tropical countries.