[Hey readers,
it's another commission work more like a memoir to me
'My Hercule grandpa']
It was just like any other usual morning to that girl who used to live a duel life of imagination and reality in her single body through a single soul spirit. Same sun, same school, same faces she encounters….
Nothing seemed new just a feeling of emptiness
But…
"Will you be able to speak?" asked the man dressed up in a white tailored suit who was their new teacher for teaching English. Well, a fabulous gentleman who has 15 years of experience in his subject was also assigned her class's class teacher tried to make English lesser a burden for his class this time via a game about ' What inspires you? ' English-Speak up competition which was believed as a new kind of torture by most of his class but for some, it was an opportunity to speak up themselves.
"Sure!!!" that girl, of course, me who always sit at the middlemost beginning bench of her classroom since the first day I entered that school which was approximately just six months from them, Say it I took it on my ego that how the teacher says 'will you be able to speak?' I didn't have a tongue, Well although I was already excited about speaking that I didn't point my pen on fresh paper, unlike others who were creating blue-black scrapes of wasted speech. I stood off my bench and took my position in front of the uninterested class of mine with awkward confidence, not overconfidence at all.
"Quiet!!!" I screamed in that fire which was lit up by my excitement and it worked!
Whole class droves in a peaceful silence-so peaceful that felt like a relief to my ears who was tired of these vociferous noises.
But then….suddenly seeing all eyes on me my fire seemed to get a little dimer with a shiver from down my spine.
And the only thing my mind conveyed to me was,
' Oh my god, what have I fallen in?! '