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Chapter I - ?
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That was 2 years ago, when I first met her in a day of pouring rain and an air of sorrow. I remember it so clearly to this day. Sometimes I could dream these sort of dreams. I wonder why.
As I saw the events of the past unfold right in front of my eyes all over again, I tried to get closer but I couldn't, I knew what was happening. This is a dream, I've seen it before. Yes numerous times before. The dream of a boy with an umbrella offering the crying girl on the ground an umbrella and offered to
take her to shelter. Maybe it sounds sweet but I don't know, it was just a spur of the moment thing, I couldn't help myself. It was as if I was driven by this invisible force to help her, as if God wished it to be so. I see them off as the pouring rain kept falling down ferociously.
As the boy slowly closed the door, he looked at me for a while, widening his eyes. I gazed
at him as well. I could feel the awfully realistic rain on my whole body. Maybe my dreams are too real for me. Just then, I heard a ring from behind me. I looked back to find myself sleeping on a bed and that was it. I woke up.
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I awake to a series of alarm rings and bathroom events, such as brushing my teeth, having a shower, sleeping, washing my face and also, sleeping in the toilet. Yes I sleep in the toilet sometimes, a funny thing isn't it?
After the ferocious tempo of the bathroom events, I change my clothes and head downstairs to the table. The house is empty. "I guess I woke up late again," I mumble to myself. I sleepily look at the clock and see the time. "ah, it's 7... hmm... mmmm." I mumble again.
Suddenly, a moment of silence and realization. What time is it again? Uhh.. I can't get it straight. "So this is 7AM..", so what? I don't know what's so stressing about 7AM. I yawn and eat my breakfast leisurely, taking my time. I look up again and find that it's 7.30AM. Ah well, time to go to school.
I grab my bag and hurry out of the house. Ah the sun is already shining, it's so bright. It's too bright, "Aaah my eyes," I grumble,"meh gotta go to school."
On my way to school, I've come up with many conclusions. The sun is too bright, thus this must be around 7AM. The streets are a bit too lonesome for a morning of school, maybe something's up. Then I finally come to the final conclusion. "Oh sh--" Yes I'm late.
I run towards school while yelling the word **** repeatedly. Repetitious but useful for expressing yourself. My heavy bag doesn't hinder me from running like hell to school.
I run and run and run and run. It was like a marathon but without the crowds. Without the excitement. Without the rules. Without other contestants. Just panic and a feeling of sureness that the runner is late.
Yes, rightfully so, I was late. I guess I can congratulate myself for running my ass off while carrying my science books. That's an amazing feat, I'd reckon.Out of breath and out of excuses other than waking up late (I set the alarm clock an hour later, mistakenly, sigh), I tell the monitors for the morning what happened and why it happened. Alarm clocks should have some kind of moron-proof sensor to detect why the moron put the time so late. Or maybe a drunk-proof sensor or something.
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