I still remember that one particular situation when a complete stranger had recommended me to read this particular novel that I can validated as the root of all evil. The forbidden door that I shouldn't have dare to open at that time.
Like a p*rn site that your parents had banned you from exploring at the tender age of eleven; like the first boy's love comic you had come across with that lead you in the current predicament leaving in the path on no-return.
You get the meaning, right?
And now, that novel I am referring to just made me feel so betrayed; as if someone that you consider close friend had just referred your favorite anime as a lousy and boring cartoon that had ever existed in entertainment industry and they wished that the creator stopped its airing and closed their studio because how poor and low quality their anime it has become and almost made you beat that someone's ass because the degradation he used is something you neither can't just let easily pass nor ignore at that rampage mood that someone had just purposely triggered. Or that feeling of betrayal when someone had spoiled your currently reading fantasy book about the future happenings and the people will die at the next chapter and worst on that, the character you like and cheered throughout the arc is one of them, that KIND of feeling.
I even felt that I'm slowly losing my hope in humanity, as if the better place that is left is the life we might have after death because earth is just simply losing its fun and luster that the others might called 'life' supposed to bring to us but what did we get from it instead? I'm warning you now, you will jot down on that crispy paper on the table many things that are fucked these days.
I don't even know if that stranger who had recommended me the novel had a hidden grudge towards me and when they decided that they already had enough of me, they decided to send me this cursed book to passed the misery and hidden ill intention they have. If that is the reason of it, they had succeeded.
Anyway what's with that book that made me feel so afraid of my life, you say?
Then, let me read you the first chapter that welcomed me as soon as I flipped the page on that cursed book.
It all started with our little heroine staring at the classroom's door, fidgeting and lightly trembling in nervousness. The heroine is currently standing in front of the new classroom of the new school she will attend from on with new classmates and new teachers to get along with. She is also slightly trembling, probably due to nervousness building in her system.
When I read these lines, my first thought is wow, I'm surprised that the book didn't started to where we can read and imagined the Heroine is just waking up from the good rest she had and explaining the scenery inside her room, examining the design of the room from the very utmost detailed of it like an artist explaining the meaning behind their painting to the oblivious and dumb looking art loving person what is the painting all about and what made the artist draw it when in reality we didn't wake up like that. We don't have that enough time idling and tackling down what is the right word that we needed to use to describe the things we just randomly tossed in our forever messy room because we need to prioritize more the exact time we will consume after waking up and later realize that you are late from school and the distance between your home and to school is longer than you taking a bath in early morning with cold water, shivering your little and flat ass as goosebumps starts to crept to your skin. And praying that your mom, mother, mommy- whatever you called your Asian, American, Hispanic and Black Tyrant Queen who always tells you who is the one that bore you for nine months when they see that you just lost one point in exam and thinks that grades defines your future-will not beat you because you are late again to school for nth time this week and you are nearing from being ban from touching the PlayStation who is the root of this late sleeps you are getting.
So back to the story telling, as the heroine wanders in her own thoughts, missing the stares that she is getting from the students inside the classroom as she is busy contemplating if she will open it or do something outside before getting in like a small twerking session or just randomly screamed your lungs out which would inevitably distract the whole class. After that moment, as if the heroine had reached some degree of consensus with matching pumping fist in the air to slides the door open FINALLY as she let out a bright smile probably to mask the embarrassing thing she had done outside which slightly creeps the students out.
As the teacher who is slightly irritate on how the whole class weren't paying attention to the lessons she had made out from her two late nights, stressing her out just to make the lesson less boring than it already is but in the end they are more intrigue to the new student that might or might not give her another addition of headache that the class have already made her experienced on her first two years of teaching unruly kids and made her had second thought if she wanted to have a child with her boyfriend who may proposed to her at their upcoming second anniversary or wait for the fated time because all of that are things she just heard it from her boyfriend's buddies so she didn't know if he will do it or what. Her boyfriend is kind of prankster and sometimes like to act single just to flirt young woman on her back and tell her that he isn't cheating and that is not cheating so she is confused.
So to resume the class again and finally proceed in the next lesson she need to teach, she ushers the Heroine to enter the classroom and stand on the podium in front of the class and do her introductory soliloquy and of course will not end everything she had preached without saying things like she would love to get along with her new classmates and maybe also help her at things around. You know the kind of angel and the treasure of mankind of person she can be.
Like okay, you can sit now on the solely vacant seat at the back of the boy that always likes to sleep in the class because teachers couldn't bother to wake his ass up because oh- they are teaching a private school and they'll get paid on the money that the students that solicits every month they announced the balance that the students needed to pay or else they'll face a huge consequences and of course with added bills that they slipped that they can later take and tucked in their wallet without feeling any remorse when that money they just pick pocketed were from the parents who burned and grinded their asses at their seats in front of the full of radiations piece of junk as they deal with people who have an audacity to shout on your hungry and tired ass because they just wanted and feel euphoric seeing the twisted and annoyed faces they got by the end of their nonsensical engagement because living is harder than dying and paying bills is much harder.
And of course you can't forget the thing stuck on that boy's head as the biggest payer and golden sponsor that everyone wanted to hold on.
To further draw your attention too, that seat the heroine that will sat on from the next semester and the back of the sleeping boy is beside of the big glassy window where you can see the front gate of the school and the occasionally passing cars and maybe witness some robbery and street fights of both married women and grown-ass men individuals because of some untold reasons. I tell you it's quite funny to saw all of that, seeing grown-up plumped man tackled the stick and skin man in the ground breaking almost every bones that man have and almost died in suffocation.
Without a doubt, you can even already fathom who is who and what is what. You don't need my monologue to reveal all things as they are clearly glaring at your screen and it just depends on you whether you want to see it written or you will unveil things on your own with the power that had given to you upon reading this.
Even the next scene would be obvious too, right?
As this book is obviously a school-romance full of students dreaming high and wanting to be high at the limited time they have, of course love wouldn't be left in this matter. Who in their fleeting time at school didn't daydream about their crushes walking at them asking their social media to send pictures to each other and smash? Maybe finally graduated earlier than the year they supposed to because life sucks and you feel everyone bullies because your overthinking and pessimistic ass is taking over your mind with you expecting a toddler come out from your body and break down because you are not ready to be a mother. Or get offended if someone had developed a crush on you because you wished and verbally asked for it and when someone had finally approached you telling bothering fluttery thingy they had on you, you get disgusted and think they are just joking with you. Like what is wrong with you?
Do you not even consider the amount of courage they needed to build just to ask your name and you will reject them in the most wicked and heartless way you can be. And then you will spread rumor about what had happened and worst scenario, post it in social media where everyone can be mean however they wanted because they feel they are entitled to become one. Seriously- anyway am I not babbling too much? Where are we at again?
Oh- I forgot to mention the heroine's name and the sleeping boy! This stupid babbling mouth of mine, forgetting the important part.
Well, it's Allyson Garcia and Jacy Nashe.
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I think I will wrap up things here for now. At the next page, I will tell you the continuation of that damnable book and myself of course, I bet you are curious about me.
No, you are not?
Okay, maybe others then.
Just slides up and you'll see the continuation of my gossip.
Go ahead dear, I'm waiting.