They entered a brightly lit building. I can't see clearly, and I'm still standing in this beautiful garden. My father's voice called out my name. I tried to find the source of the sound, but where. The voice grew louder as I turned around. I saw my father standing in front of me. I tried calling him.
"Dad, I'm here." But my father remained silent and shouted my name.
"Dad, I'm here ... Dad." I kept screaming.
And I tried to lift my legs, but my legs wouldn't move. I cried, my father and I were blocked by a glass wall.
I tried my best to move my body. I rebelled, still kept calling for my father. Dad still didn't hear my call. He walked away and left me here alone.
I shouted as loud as I could call him, my voice starting to fade. And I'm like a statue standing in the middle of a garden, I don't know where I am now. I felt my body freeze, and gradually my whole body was covered in white snow.
My head, my face, my body, my hands and on and on to my feet. I'm wrapped in ice. And only emptiness I feel, silence can do nothing. I wept for myself, my tears couldn't flow. I... remained motionless.
Luckily I was only dreaming, my chest was pounding when I woke up. I just had a dream come true.
My whole body was covered in sweat, I immediately got out of bed. Dream, lucky I was only dreaming. I held my chest tight, I took a deep breath. Just a dream. I wiped the tears that were flowing in my eyelids, I got up and took a drink of water on my study table, I swallowed down my throat which was almost choked.
I finished a large one liter bottle, I felt like I had just run for miles in the middle of the desert to hold my thirst. I held my neck and I was still dumbfounded thinking about my dream for a moment, I was lucky it was only a dream. And it's all just a dream. I'm still stunned, why do I always dream?
What's with this house and town, it seems something has happened.
It wasn't just a dream, when I saw on my bed there were flowers.
….
Green Fales.
The morning sun emitting its majestic light did not make me move to open my eyelids and my whole soul. A mounting reluctance overcame my consciousness, and finally Aunt Petti couldn't help but let it ...
"Fla ... you haven't woken up yet?" Aunt Petti was standing in the doorway, walking over to the bed. She opened my thick blanket and rocked me.
"Come on, you'll miss the school bus." Aunt Petti snorted, pulling her mouth. I remained curled up under the brown blanket.
"Umm … Aunt Pett, I'm still sleepy." I pulled the covers back and continued to sleep.
"Come on Fla, you see the sun is already rising. You'll miss the school bus later." Aunt Petit opened the latch on my bedroom window and opened it wide. The sun has been seen even though the light is a little dim, defeated by a group of morning dew that also wants to show its existence.
I peeked from under the blanket, my eyes were dazzled by the reflection of the sun's rays, which was only a speck but fell right on my face.
"Aaahhhh … My aunt is still sleepy." groaned and lay down again.
"Ok Miss, I've woken you up later if you miss the school bus later I don't want to interfere. The last school bus is about 7.30 and you know it's already 7.00." Aunt Petti left me. I heard Aunt Petti's footsteps rushing down the stairs. Maybe she was annoyed that I didn't want to get out of bed too.
"Oh God … I still want to sleep, why is the air in here making me feel like I want to sleep longer and my eyes … yeah… my eyes won't open." I rushed out of bed staggering trying to reach the alarm clock beside my bed.
"WHAT!!!"
"I overslept." I immediately got up and went to the bathroom. I didn't care about the mattress and pillow seducing me to laze around.
With half sleepy eyes I staggered walking, I opened the latch of the bathroom door, turned the bathroom faucet quickly.
A little dizzy I chose my first clothes to school. I took a brown shirt, my favorite color and black jeans. I think wearing those clothes will bring good luck. I remembered the first time I entered a new class in Shite City. A day I will never forget in my entire life.
There was a special event at the school at that time, like an ingrained tradition that every new child would be greeted with the ritual of throwing a raw egg. And I never thought that that day would be a historic day in the document of my life journey. Got a great welcome on my first day of school in Shite city. The throwing of eggs all over my body by my classmates on the baseball field will never be forgotten.
That day, like a sacred day in my life. I had to come home with clothes full of raw eggs and a terrible smell. It took two days and two nights to clean all the egg dirt from my clothes and as a result I was forced to skip school on the second day of school.
If it weren't for my mother's persuasion and seduction, I wouldn't want to go back to school. But every second of my life at school, I was always on guard. I was afraid that they might carry out a surprise attack like the day before.
I just looked at my classmates one by one with a suspicious look. However, it's not like what I had in mind. Everything goes as usual. No more intimidation and assault that is always on my mind, because such a ritual is only done once during school entry.