You were there.
Staring at the blurry flush of the cars, you bang your head rhythmically with music flowing out of your ipod. You look to your left side, scratch your head and unzip the outside pocket of your black Jansport backpack. You get your phone, zip it again and text. Then, you gaze at the distance, this time, at the trees, and hang your head a little to the side, expressing your tire. Your right thumb circles the surface of your phone. Suddenly, you jerk and clumsily reach for your player inside your left pocket. You operate your little entertainment and after a few seconds, the tension from your muscles are release. You put the ipod again inside your pocket and sigh a relief. You notice the orange atmosphere and your eyes wonder to your N5330. Still, no text. The cool rush of the wind relaxes you, and you close your eyes to feel its gentle carresses. Sitting for almost an hour bores you, but when nature makes sure you are comfortable, it becomes alright. Someone calls your name. You blink and your brown orbs search for the caller. Oh, it is Johnny, your blockmate. You smile and wave at him. He grins and walks straight to the silver car on the parking lot right beside your bench. You see him approach his chaffeur and get in the Mercedes. You look away. You grimace a bit, and decide to check the time. Your watch says it is 6:15. Ten minutes and it is an hour since your dismissal. You shake your head and look at your cellphone again. A small light blinks. You smile. There is a text from your elder sister saying that she is near. Your smile widens and you text her back, replying that you are in the same place as always. You put your phone back inside the outside pocket, sigh again, stretch your arms. You sway with your music, entering a world unknown to many. You fiddle with your keychains and smirk. Ateneo de Manila University. Your dream umiversity. Now you are here, a student of Management Engineering. A red CRV honks and you sling your backpack on your right shoulder. The window rolls down, revealing the very pretty face of your sister. I'm sorry, bunso, she says. You just nod and smile at her. It's alright, you respond. You get in the passenger seat, the windows roll up and the car drives away.
All the while, in your solitary loneliness, there was a girl, hoping you can see her sitting on her bench beside yours.
Fin.
