Friday, May 11, 2007
01 : I'm Still Here
I stare out the windows.
Blue sky and white clouds above.
People bustling about the streets a few floors down.
Buildings of various heights and designs level with my eye.
The usual thing I do during class. I know I'm supposed to take notes or concentrate on the teacher (or pretend to), but how long can an average person stand this seemingly everlasting string of sentences? At least I'm not openly sleeping on my desk, like half of the class. Or engage in pointless talks, like those sitting at the back there. Or copying down my classmates' notes and assignments, like that guy at the corner.
"Haru," I heard someone calling from my right.
"Mm," came my reply without taking my stare off the outside scenery.
"Look at me."
I ignored it.
"Haru!"
"What is it?" This is a pain...just let me stare outside.
"I won't give my notes to you, you know?"
"Mm."
"Don't 'mm' me!"
Here we go again.
"Are you listening?"
I shrugged.
"Then take down the notes! Now!"
I just nodded, then continued watching the small group of girls crossing the road. They looked like they're having fun.
A few minutes later, I heard a sigh from my right.
Later, the class ended. After saying thanks to the teacher, the usual shuffling noises of packing up stuff can be heard almost everywhere around school. Added to the scene were the yelling of class duties, scraping of chairs and desks against the floor, laughing and giggling, and also the sound of footsteps leaving the classrooms with varying pace.
Everyday, the same thing occurring over and over again.
Sighing heavily, I picked up my bag and walked over to the class door.
"Haru!!" Ah, yet again, that voice.
I turned around slowly.
"...here." She handed me her notebook.
I looked at it with not much of an interest.
"You're going to need it. For the exams."
"I thought you're not going to help me or anything."
She shrugged. "I'm still a friend."
I looked at her like I always do at almost every time the class ends like this.
"Just take it. I know you can do the notes yourself, but there's no harm in having an easier reference right?"
"...thanks." I took her book, and she looked kind of pleased.
"Make sure you give it back tomorrow."
"Mm."
She smiled a bit more, nodded, and turned away to continue her class duty.
The notebook she gave me.
The same notebook that she willingly lends to me a few minutes after the school bell rang.
The same notebook, with always the same letters at the center of the front page.
M. I. C. H. I. R. U.
+++ 01 : I'm Still Here (song by John Rzeznik)Nadia Nor at 23:05