Ploy woke up usually at around 4 am just to take a bath and wear her school uniform, then eat breakfast with her 2 brothers who are about to work too.
She walks into their alleyway and looks for a bus to stop and went to school.
She went to the library and saw some random students on a block, so she sits there while waiting for the bell to ring and went to her class.
One of her classmates asks.
"what are your guy's dreams? I want to be a doctor someday." A random question to not close classmate sounds weird to me, but to begin his conversation, one person must answer so everyone could answer too. I replied to him.
"philosopher." He laughs at me.
"The way we live here in Bangkok? I live in a near cellphone repair shop so I can't be a philosopher, you must be in France first to be a philosopher or Italy or Greece. And be light academia or dark academia."
Pshhh!!... aesthetic people! That's why it's hard to watch TV or social media these days because of these uneducated aesthetic cool kids.
"Well if you want to be a philosopher you must see the reality first, open your mind, your eyes, and have a freaking trauma or insecurities to educate people and open people's minds that society has these random fancy standards that don't make any sense at all." He was stunned by the ploy's answer and it made a random silence, that is more silence in her ears.
The bell rang, for ploy, it was a sudden muffled, then it comes back when she went to her classroom.
Before I open my bag I looked at the beautiful violet fading into a golden yellow cloud, as it creates a filter at the school buildings and bridges.
Then it gets darker at far houses and gets brighter by the sun's flare at those infrastructure's glass windows.
The hallway isn't silent so we have to focus, on the fact that we have one broken window and the voice outside should have bounced but not balanced enough to cover these students' voices walking.
The doorknob is always broken so we have to make sure not to lock the doors so that everyone can get out.
While doodling random signatures at the back of my notebook and staring into nothing at the whiteboard.
The teacher is discussing, and the whole class is in silent mode, when the cat is already gone probably these mice are scattered.
While listening to the teacher and half distracted, I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath because some of my classmates were murmuring.
His class ended and another teacher came from the hallway dropping her book at her desk and cleaning her clearing
A few hours had left until dismissal, and everyone went outside already, a handsome man wearing a helmet with a gruff voice driving his fast motorcycle.
Ploy was laying on the empty street before a Korean market and the only she could hear was gunshots from the outside and people dying, she played dead so that she could not be the next victim but she fell asleep, so the guy on the motorcycle didn't see her.
She woke up as if nothing happened and her hair was messy because she fell asleep, weeping her saliva on her lips and cheeks.
It was 4 o'clock pm there are police already and yellow tape near the incident and even myself I saw another yellow tape right in front of me but not set yet, so I left already the place.
I went home everyone didn't notice me, I haven't received any messages yet but the social media was full, and I don't have the heart to check it.
Suddenly it was a dream.