Chapter 1: LAST CONSOLATION
My heavenly bed awaits me from school.
i was so excited to go home and escape the most boring chapter of my life and it is titled: SCHOOL. Oh! Please, don't act like you doesn't. Actually, I'm not quite into saying that this school of mine is totally boring but the truth is that I hate being in this institution.
You probably asked why? It is because they called me "Goldilocks". and i hate them for nicknaming me such unlikely pseudo name. Honestly, i do looks like Goldilocks... white and fair complexion... not quite vertically challenge... golden curly hair... and uhm... cute face... don't laugh, it is perhaps true ... yet, for god's sake i preferred to be called (or should i emphasize "CALLED")by my given name "LAEADYE MITTRIGDE". and it sound beautiful if and only if you pronounced it properly.
One of the reason why they would prefer to call me Goldilocks is that my name is to hard to pronounce. and it is not pleasing if they mis-mouth my name to the extent it sounds like "Lie-and-die". gosh...it just that I am only ten years old to die.
By the way, we're going out of the story a little bit but i don't want you to keep hanging. My staggering anecdote started right after when our class ended. i did the usual thing i always did everyday. go directly home so that i could finished Naddy Chesnut's third novelette titled:"when knives start pinching eyes". i took the nearest bus waiting shed and waited almost 15 minutes. usually the bus intervals goes for 5-10 minutes but it seems that today the bus is taking too long. i waited impatiently, peaking to my wristwatch from time to time.
"the bus is late" i hate late honestly and I've never been late for school actually.
there's another set of conveyances freed from the clutches of the STOP traffic light. as i survey the mobiles i tried to spot for a bus. before i could, i glanced upon something on the other side of the road.
it was a sign board, but not ordinary. it says "death hot spot... wrong turn"
it was odd.
I never suspect that there is a banner like that on that street. but i did not mind it. "Maybe it's just a practical prank".
hurray for me. I had finally spotted a bus, summoning it. i excitedly climbed inside the white-colored bus. did i actually say, WHITE?? strange doesn't it... bus color coding in our municipality is orange. another odd observation though, but i still did not mind.
my mind was on an actual thought of deciding what seat should i settle down for the ride. when my sight align with the height of the chairs, i actually stopped at my tracks. i was baffled and amazed.
the bus is empty.
all seats i had expected to be filled is totally vacant except for the driver and one odd guy sitting 5 sits away from me. it was not natural with me to actually rode a bus with only one companion but it was a relief though that i could not strain or even embarrassed myself on choosing a seat. Normally, during afternoon specially nearing twilight, buses were full of passengers and travelers. but today is a lot more different day. i strolled quickly as the bus restarted the engine. when i get through the row where my only sole companion sits. he glanced at me.
No way.
it's not such that a normal glance for a typical person but he looked deeply into my eyes and forced to go beyond. i was shocked his eyes lingered even without moving his head and even i had just passed him. his cap was pulled low enough to cover half of his facade but I'm pretty sure he's staring at me like a lion licking its lips for meat.
what was in his eyes was not love, as you had guess.
it was more than that, more deadly than love, more intriguing than love.
LUST?? nope.
i don't know what he is up to, but something is telling me there's much more going on today. and it is unlikely customary.
i feel uneasy even after the bus had just dropped me at my bus stop. i almost feel like that uneasiness caused my sudden tiresome.
when i reach home i feel exhausted more than uneasy. mom greeted me and i greeted her back coldly, living her at living room alone with a cup of tea. i went directly to my bed. exhausted. i never been tired like this before. maybe it's just a result of 3 major games we played on our Physical education subject and a major headache caused by arithmetic tests.
my bag fell thudding on the floor as i collapsed on my cozy bed. i was too tired to moved. i even did not bother to change my clothes from my usual uniform to my bedtime pajamas. all i was up to is wishing i could closed my eyes and rest for a while.
now, darkness is closing in.
my weight buried deep down my sheets.
my eyelids started to be heavy, as if dragged by a strong gravity.
i was prepared for this state to take my last consolation of the day and it is to dream a wonderful and sweet dream.
(to be continued... CHAPTER 2:I WENT TO DREAMLAND)
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