I remember the day we were nearly kicked out of school. I was scared as hell and you were just cool about it. All you did the whole time was to hush me to keep quite. I was sobbing, my fists covering my tears to fall. Everyone in first grade was scared of Bro. Elmor. His stark office, adorned only by dark statues of saints, was a sly chamber where
kids who caught playing during classes were strangled by his robe’s sling and never get to come home. If you were scared of him, there was no single hint about it.
I said I didn’t want to play but you still threw your stupid paper airplane next to my bag. All I want to do that afternoon was to make you eat that stupid paper and you still have the guts to take the blame on me.
It was already past five quarter when Bro. Elmor dismissed us. We were the last to come home that afternoon. The vast campus, made even bigger by darkness slowly swallowing it, was nothing but dreadful. The murky lobby reminded me of the movie where an ugly doll shows from nowhere and stabs practically anyone, even kids like us. But I was no way talking to you. As we went back to our room to fetch our bags, I had to scurry next to your back. I had to show you I wasn’t scared. But you ran quickly and made a wooo sound and I had to scream and ran quickly behind you. You stopped and laughed as you raced your breathing.
Until now, I wonder why you never punched me back when I gave you left and right blows of what little strength I summoned. You were still laughing when my mom forced me to call you and say sorry that night.
Every single day, we lose versions of ourselves. When we try to remember those versions, we miss nothing but the old emotions which once swept us. The moment we remember those emotions, we realize we get older.
I remember the day we were nearly kicked out of school. I was scared as hell and you were just cool about it. All you did the whole time was to hush me to keep quite. I was sobbing, my fists covering my tears to fall. Everyone in first grade was scared of Bro. Elmor. His stark office, adorned only by dark statues of saints, was a sly chamber where
kids who caught playing during classes were strangled by his robe’s sling and never get to come home. If you were scared of him, there was no single hint about it.
I said I didn’t want to play but you still threw your stupid paper airplane next to my bag. All I want to do that afternoon was to make you eat that stupid paper and you still have the guts to take the blame on me.
It was already past five quarter when Bro. Elmor dismissed us. We were the last to come home that afternoon. The vast campus, made even bigger by darkness slowly swallowing it, was nothing but dreadful. The murky lobby reminded me of the movie where an ugly doll shows from nowhere and stabs practically anyone, even kids like us. But I was no way talking to you. As we went back to our room to fetch our bags, I had to scurry next to your back. I had to show you I wasn’t scared. But you ran quickly and made a wooo sound and I had to scream and ran quickly behind you. You stopped and laughed as you raced your breathing.
Until now, I wonder why you never punched me back when I gave you left and right blows of what little strength I summoned. You were still laughing when my mom forced me to call you and say sorry that night.
Every single day, we lose versions of ourselves. When we try to
remember those versions, we miss nothing but the old emotions which once swept
us. The moment we remember those emotions, we realize we get older.
20 something, quarter-life crisis, loss of love, name it, nothing's weird.
