It was surprisingly dull in the light of a cloudless sky. The tropical birds are fleeting towards their home made of twigs, ready to meet their offspring remotely estranged because of the long rise of the sun. Despite the palpable setting of the day, she, together with her friends and classmates are playing like it was the beginning of daybreak. It was amazing, almost impossible to see that she was displaying the most radiant smile she could ever manage. She was enacting like nothing could ever go wrong and nothing has been wrong.


She took a deep breath and sighed. She was still wearing her white school uniform, with her pleated skirt. together with her pair of fading socks and leather shoes, Her navy blue neck tie, same colored as her skirt, keeps on slapping the side of her face. she looks like a typical girl-next-door yet provincial-teenage-kid. She has an average look complements to her mixed ancestral descent. Her skin complexion is fairly fair meaning she doesn't possess a sun-kissed skin that most Hispanic girls has. However, she knows that she's not fair enough to be compared to a porcelain doll -although she wish she does. She also deem herself lucky for she didn't had a face full of zits, blackheads and whatnot that most early teenagers are having caused by uncontrollable puberty. Her eyebrows are curved in unnecessary arch giving her a snob look. She has slant-ier eyes for her race, even though her genes are never merged with Chinese blood. She has full lips, though not plumpy. She's almost contented with her looks. Almost. Few, if not no one, ever knows that she despises her nose. Her nostrils are too flared and her nose bridge is too low giving her, what she considers as a "pig" snuffer. Unfortunately, she perceives that she can't do anything about 'it' ,so might as well accept 'it' and leave 'it' alone. No one notices 'it' anyway, and if someone does, they know better than to tease her. It's either to annoy her about it or live your high school social life like hell. Of course, as any rational animal would do, they choose the former than the latter. She's often moody, but everyone knows that everyone loves her, or likes her at least.

She paused from their sport, and to her amusement she found herself laughing, partly because of her childish classmates, but mostly because of their invented game isn't working well, as they thought that it would. Most of them considered it as a more intricate form of the game "tag" . The modified instructions are to stay in a rectangular shape, avoiding all the "ITs" of the opposing group and when you got caught, the group has to move counter-clockwise. By the time she impeded her thought of hilarity, she realized that she had been caught by one of the ITs, earlier at the game, and she did not move to the west as she was opposed to, so she continued laughing to herself. The complications of the weird sport made her classmates to not notice her mistake. She took a second and gazed at the dark steel blue sky and patted her hair away from her profile. Her friends are getting carried by the tension of the game. She skipped semi-gracefully and went at the backside of one of her best-friends to whom she noticed is starting to revolt. She grabbed her friend and loosely hugged her. She knew that by doing so, her friend will ease up. Her friend, however, remained slightly edgy, but stayed composed. They whispered to each other and laughed and continued to play the game.

"How naive and stupid can she get?" She thought to herself located behind a tree, hidden from the group of teenagers playing a uncommon sweaty game. She was looking at a scene that mostly could occur from her past. She was repulsed and somehow flabbergast at how young and how hyper her fourteen year old self is.

"How long is two years could possibly be?" she thought again.

The resemblances between them are bright and clear yet anyone could tell that they're completely different, both inside and out. She was juvenile, happy and alive while she, on the other hand, is torpid, timid and freakishly dull and dead. She was fighting to bury her emotions, ashamed she might cry a river anytime soon, but there's seemingly no need for feeling remorseful her tears never even tried to come.


She continued to watch her old self, who's now, rubbing her forehead. Part of her dreamed that she could see and touch her forgotten self, and possibly feel how she's feeling right now one way or another. She also wanted to see her old friends up-close - the drifters whom she developed a very secure and open relationship with. The divergent self of her, nevertheless, is too frightened to let her own individual to see how stupid and frivolous she had become. "Strange," she apprehend, just a second ago, she was calling 'her' stupid.



Her old self found her future self unknowingly. She didn't recognize her, or maybe she does but her logic does not admit what she's seeing. Both of them stood silent, both hair swaying from the opposite side of their faces. It was devastating and magical to watch. When both of them realize what the other is doing, the other did nothing. As she predicted, her future self has started to weep silently, while the other, pretends to follow. The old self nodded once, like she knew, like she understands what the other is feeling.


When the future self decided to touch the old self, a large bright consciousness came, both of them and mutually with the twilight disappeared thus REALITY forged itself ahead.


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