It’s a Big Deal If It’s Your Problem

Daily Prompt: By the Skin of Your Teeth response.

By the last Wednesday of October, I got home late from school and was caught by the guard. It wouldn’t have been a big deal to me if he didn’t take my i.d., if the principal wasn’t there, and if I wasn’t an honor student.

I cried at the guardhouse when my attempt to beg for my I.d. back failed. My mind raced with the worst disasters that could happen. Like how the record would lessen my luck for college applications and how, maybe, it would cost my participation in a big contest. I was completely heartbroken and hopeless that night.

I stayed long at school not because of mischievous and stupid activities, so my conscience was clear. I only stayed long because I waited for my friends to finish some school work. We all go home, together so it was natural for us to wait for each other. Plus, we do it occasionally, and the school guard knows how clean we are so he usually lets us off the hook.

But that night the principal was kind of in a bad mood and had the school guard to confiscate student’s i.d. of whoever was upstairs in the building. It just so happened that I climbed up not only ten minutes before just so I could call for my friends to hurry up.

Hot damn, I was caught.

I fell asleep that night from exhaustion from crying too much.

The next day we weren’t that punished. We were scolded and interrogated, and that was pretty much it. We were made to write a promissory note and a narrative of what happened, but that’s better than anything else.

I thought all was well and so I was not prepared for the onslaught the next day.

Morning, next day, during the usual announcement of the principal, he mentioned the incident and a few heads turned to our direction but kept quiet(might as well have screamed though. They were wayyyy to obvious). He said, starting from that day onwards, no on was to stay late at  school or else, they’ll be given suspension. (YAY!! We were the reason for the sudden strictness of rules! People will so love us more). He let our identities anonymous but it was pretty useless. News travel fast between teens, you know?

After that, we were called by a teacher whom that in our narratives seem to blame. She scolded us and said that we shouldn’t blame others for our acts—which I agree is true. Then gave us an “ultimatum”. If the six of us can’t change our class within the next four months before graduation, our scores in her subject will be halved. We agreed to her term. Not like we had a choice anyway.

What was it that I escaped from??

Suspension. Because it was the first flaw of our record, we were given a chance and so, no suspension, or deduction of grades. I’m thankful, but I feel sorry we caused everyone else trouble. Because of us, everyone else in school gets a heart attack when the final school bell rings and when the school guard blows his whistle.

Will Surviving a Freak Accident be Better? Or Worse?

This is especially written for the Weekly Challenge… Maybe. I don’t know if this would count, but hey! Whatever, right? As long as I had fun.

I was on my way to school in a motor cab this afternoon when there was a fuel truck ahead of us. It was albeit small in size and had that cylindrical container on its back that had a metallic sleek shine to it.Written on the back said in red printed letters was DON’T SMOKE WITHIN 50 FEET, beside it was a picture of a smoking cigarette in a circle with a diagonal line over it in the same red color as the words. At the bottom of the truck was FLAMMABLE in bold letters.

I internally snorted. Yeah right, as if there won’t be anyone smoking within that 50 feet. What would have happened if there was, then? Would the truck have exploded?

There was a flash of an image inside my head. Big white flashing explosion. Then there was an image of a girl whose face was wrapped with… bandage? Or is that a scarf? I’m not sure but it was a piece of white cloth. She had a pair shades on so I couldn’t really see her features.

But her skin was red, and literally burnt. There were a lot of angry large scars on her arms. Everywhere on her body. There was an angry red scar peeking through the bandages on her face.

Her face… I wondered. Oh my, I can’t even imagine her face, I said to myself. Then I imagined the horror if that would happen to me, all the while staring at the back of that truck.

Was it possible to survive an explosion? Would I be lucky enough? Or maybe unlucky enough?

I’d have to deal with the scars I’ll get for the rest of my life. People would look at me, revolt and gape at me, like some freak show, I imagined. Surgery and operations might cost my life if I would undergo through it.

But dying would have been an easier choice wouldn’t it? a voice said in my mind. By the time surgery operations are offered to you, you would have preferred to kill yourself anyway.

I looked at the faces of different people, different passengers all sitting through the traffic. I wondered how they would react to me if I did have hideous scars everywhere. I imagined them all staring at me. Some expressions disgusted, some horrified, some even amazed. I would never live through all the attention I’ll gain. I would be forced to stay indoors and never see the light again.

My heart felt heavy at the thought.

 

I stared at the back of the truck.

Yes, but I would have told myself there was a reason why I survived the incident, a positive side of me spoke. Why would you waste a second chance that was given to you? Don’t kill yourself just because of vanity. Think of it this way: There’s a more likely chance the people you will encounter and that will love you will be the ones you can trust the most, the voice convinced.

I continued to stare at the truck. What an optimistic thought, I said to myself. It’ll be hard to convince myself to think that way.

But I guess, it’s true. God would have to have a plan if He would let me live through a freak accident, right?

Note: I mulled over at the possibility of it all, but in all honesty, I would prefer for it stay as a thought and not a reality.

Night Jogs Have a Nice Scenery, Too

Hey, so I decided to take up the Weekly Writing Challenge of Daily Post: “Snapshots”… I’m kinda new at this so, I still don’t know what the instructions really meant, so I’ll just settle with this: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/02/weekly-writing-challenge-snapshots/. Mehehe.

 

 

Even though I live separately from my parents and instead live together with my gran, I still need my parents’ support since I’m not at a independent age yet. So I go to my parents’ house every night to ask for money to spend the next day.

During my time at the house, I tend to waste about 3 hours the least on the internet. Before I knew it, it’s already 10 pm and I need to go finally home.

Everyone was already in their beds, so, I turn off the lights, lock the door, and run as fast as I can into the dark path to my home only softly lit by the few post lamps in the sleeping neighborhood. I always had my earphones plugged in so I can focus on the music and running instead of the usual creepy sounds made by insects at night. Or the occasional howling chorus of the area’s dogs, regardless if full moon or not. I try to focus on the feeling of having the wind blow across my face and through my hair. The comfortable burn I get as I run in the night’s cool air. I just keep my eyes ahead of me and not let them stray to the sides or corners that seemed to be especially darker.

Nope. I just concentrate on the fun of running.

But I always look up at the sky when I reach that secluded road where there are only vacant lots infested with thick weeds on both sides and you can see the cemented back of the neighboring houses. A very tall antenna stood a few yards away, it’s tip looking like it can almost kiss the clouds. The road seemed to stretch and when you run, it’d feel like the “finish line” ahead of you is just going further away.

But I didn’t mind. I’m used to it. I jogged through that road every night. Instead, I look up at the dark sky that was lit up by millions of stars. I always realize how lucky I am to always see that beautiful picture every night I go home while others possibly have never seen such sight yet before. I thought about how stars are barely visible in busy and crazily packed cities, where even at night, the whole area is still lit up and awake, giving no chance for the heavenly bodies in the sky to enjoy in the limelight. People who are too caught up in their lives to even have the time to look up and just relax.

But then there are also others that just can’t.

Every night, I see this scenery that’s shared by everyone and everywhere in the world. Every night, I always want to capture this picture for everyone to see. For now, I’ll just settle with sharing the feels to those who’ll read.