Restless?
Definitely I am.
I can’t imagine myself in an idle state for I’m accustomed of doing a lot of things in a certain period of time. It’s like I’m born to move and to promote change in my own perspective.
Recently, I’ve experienced almost all the color of emotions. With so many activities to accomplish, I’ve felt excitement to depression. Kind of surreal but it did occur to me in such a short span of time.
To summarize all of my “adventures” these past weeks, here’s my short list of activities during the past 2 weeks:
- I went to the University of Santo Tomas and attended the 8th Inkblots Journalism Fellowship with some of my co-writers for the school paper and our advisers.
- I joined this interdisciplinary quiz bee and wrecked my brains out.
- I trained my vocal chords really hard for the Coro San Antonio Concert with the DanSSA, Pep Squad and SingMungLaw
- I cleaned our classroom all by myself when eventually my very grateful classmates messed it once more
- I slept late by 11:00 pm for four nights straight and eventually woke up at 5:00 am the next days straight
- I participated in the preparation of Student Government activities and stuff related to it making me all worn out
- I interviewed one of the subject coordinators and kept bugging him since then.
- I became the usherette for Ms. Miriam Quiambao, the Filipina 1st Runner Up
during one of the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant, for the alternative class program in our school.
- I had so many news sniffing deeds done for the school paper.
- Accomplished my academic activities such as seatworks, homeworks, theme writing, lecture notes and some projects.
- Fall in and out of love --> Sharky (they don’t approve but I don’t know. I'm going to talk more about him soon)
- Have some serious feud with my upper classmen
- Wake up late after all my activities to catch up with my physical needs
Well, after all that I’ve been through I’m thankful on having a two-week vacation
before coming back to the jam-packed world called school. There’s so much that I want to tell all of you but I wasn’t able to hit the keys due to excessive work load. At least I uploaded something! Hahaha.
I want to have fun during this break. I hope you do too.
“Allyne.”
“Allyne.”
“Huh?” I asked, snapping back to reality.
Where am I?
Right, I’m here at my choir practice. I hear some of my choir mates practicing their lines while our instructor is out. I must have been drifting off for a long while already that I didn’t even realize that it’s almost 6:00 pm.
“Gee, you really seem distracted,” I heard a voice behind me speak. I turned around and I met the face of my friend, Drew.
“Says who?” I retorted lightly.
“By me. See, you’re actually singing but you’re not into the song. What’s wrong with you?” He told me, his eyes piercing mine.
Drew is really a good guy. Very wacky and silent at the same time, he’s got this atmosphere as if he’s reading into your mind. We’ve been friends for quite some time now so it does not surprise me that he can clearly see through me.
“It’s him again, isn’t it?” He asked me though he made it sound like an actual statement.
Who can blame him for knowing? Well, it’s not that I’m really that obvious but I really like the person Drew’s talking about and I don’t know the reason.
“What are you talking about?” I snapped rather too loudly that I got the attention of my other choir mates. I muttered an apology and turned to Drew who is fixing his contact lenses.
“Don’t be funny. As If I don’t know that you’re already dying inside seeing that Andreeya toy with his feelings and you can do nothing about it because you don’t want to ruin your golden friendship with him. That you actually want to be more than his mathematics-teaching best friend.” He hissed at me though his eyes are squinting without his contact lenses on.
You’re right, Drew. Absolutely right.
“I know what I’m doing, Drew. I appreciate the concern but you’re in no position to say such things to me.” I told Drew off, just in time as our instructor came back.
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“See you tomorrow!”
Yikes. It’s 7:00 pm already. I need to rush home right now. My mom’s going to kill me.
Ring! Ring!
“Hello, Allyne here.” I said as I lifted my mobile phone to my ear.
“It’s Drew. Turn around.”
I did as I heard Drew’s voice from the other line. He’s standing in front of the entrance of the village park, his face illustrating pain and sadness. I placed my phone in my pocket and approached him. I know it’s already late for me but I can’t turn my back on a friend who is obviously in need of me.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t it that you’re house on the other way?” I asked him, trying to lighten up the mood with my chipper character.
All of the sudden, I found myself locked in Drew’s tight embrace. My eyes went wide but I told my self to calm down. I took it as his need for comfort and returned him a light embrace.
After a few moments, he let go of me yet one of his strong arms is still holding me on my waist. I looked into his eyes and saw a different set of orbs. With his face inches from mine, I can feel is calm breathing upon my cheek. What’s going on? Is this the Drew I know?
“Allyne, I’m tired of being your piano-playing choir mate and friend.” He told me, he’s eye confirming the conviction of his words.
My eyes went wide. I am not hearing this! Drew? What’s happening?
“I- I don’t get you…” I managed to stutter as I felt uncomfortable within his grip.
He took my right hand and lifted it to his left chest. I felt blood flushing from my body.
“Don’t you realize how I actually feel for you?”
As he said those words, I tore through the night, away from Drew, away from the park, away from everything. What is this? Some kind of a sick joke?
~~
“Darling, you’ve got a call.”
I heard my mom call through the door. Lazily, I opened the door and took the telephone from my mom and closed the door once again.
“Allyne here.”
“Something of the matter? Look, I’m sorry with what I’ve said earlier.”
“Oh. I should be the one who’s sorry because I promised to help you with math today.”
Thank heavens that it’s not Drew though it is the him – the guy I wished for – we had fought about.
“So, what’s with the sadness?” He asked me.
This is going to be a rough road before it starts.
