A quick good morning text, before she began her journey. To her best friend. To her girlfriend.
Her girlfriend. She loved it. The way it rolls off her tongue naturally. So smooth, so delicate, so fragile. She loved her. Kal. The only girl in the world who could stand her and her-
A vibration. A message from her best friend, Noah, "Morning, Dina." She chuckled. So short and so sweet. Just like him. Dina knew Syah well. Such a quiet man around others. But he had a lot of mystery in his head. He thinks about things others would rarely think off. So indifferent towards things around him but when it counts, he's someone you can trust.
She tossed her phone aside and looked through her window. The sun rising. So bright. Birds flying around and chirping out loud. A signal for her to get ready for her school. She groaned and sat up in bed, stretching her body as she made her way into the toilet. Stopping in front of her sink, she stared into the mirror in front of her. Blood red hair obscured her vision, but she blew them aside, revealing her reflection looking back. Brown eyes, wide open. Acne on her forehead. Her shoulder length hair draping ears and cheek, hiding the number of earrings she had on. One of the better bed hair days. She carried on with her shower.
About 40 minutes passed before Dina stepped out, refreshed yet reluctant to start the day. She dried her body first, then her hair, contemplating what she should wear, as she looked down her wardrobe selection. A dress? No, too long. A mini skirt with a crop top? Too revealing. She's not meeting her girlfriend today. A sweatshirt? Too hot. Ava clicked her tongue over and over, until she finally settled on her choice. Feeling a little bold today. She put on her purple baggy pants, a thin white inner shirt, and an orange button up shirt, short sleeved. Tucked in, she buttoned all but the top two buttons, and grab a pair of black shades to match her outfit. She twirled in front of the mirror. Eyeing herself.
"Not bad," she complimented herself, as she walked out of her room and into the kitchen, to grab a sandwich and head for school.
It was quiet. The silence almost deafening. No one was awake. Her parents must've been sleeping in, and her siblings too. Dina sighed, in relief but a tinge of disappointment flickered in her eyes. She quickly grabbed her tote bag and stuffed the sandwich in her mouth, and stormed out of the house, her platform boots clicking loudly along the way.
Her shades dimmed the colours around her. She didn't like the vibrancy of it. It was too realistic. She felt too realistic. Too much of realism wears her down. She'd rather view the world as if she wasn't a part of it. As if she was just a spectator of the world. But as much as she'd want to deny her existence in the world, she'll come to realise soon that everyone plays a part, big or small, in the flow of time, also known as destiny.