that awesome moment+short story

when you realize that you've got tons of things done in the past few days and those personal vendetta claimed projects are straggling you're time to just rest when actually you aren't really that busy since in between those moments you were "doing" something you had the time to take a breather and read something else... no that's not what this article would really be about.

it's just i'm placid these days and so many things, uncertain, undecided, quite frankly i dunno if it can be non-dodged but personally i can try and find a way to solve them...

for one my plan on my webcomics Children of the Eternal Spring, well i'm planning on making a print version of it AND translated into our native language for the next comics convention or any convention if possible... although i am uncertain of any possible audience it's still worth a try... anyway the guts to push through thinking of it as an idea came to me just last week or so, but i am still unsure of what kind of arrangements i shall make of the pages and the order of the scenarios, will i keep the scenario titles... stuff like that... anyway it's a standing idea that i'm quietly putting aside for awhile as i push through finishing the first part of Act1 and the designs for part2.

and while were on the stand of ideas i'm currently man handling my own ability to think of ideas by purposefully forcing a new comics which i am excited to draft if only i could remember slash be inspired enough to continue until finishing... augh...

i think i'm frustrated, not stressed enough to be sickly thin i mean i'm as chubby as ever~

so it's just a thought lingering... but these ideas... i have to take them one step at a time... and it pains me to just... i feel quite stupidly selfish typing on and on about these stuff

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Before Alice in Wonderland

the doors to his room has never felt so intimidating in his entire life, though Chimpancey, also known as Chim to anyone who knew him, knew he needed to stand up from his bed sooner or later still his dead panned shame wanted him plastered on that very spot forever. scratching his head out of frustration and annoyance to his own sad broken hearted demise. yes, to any friend he knew will know and probably have forgotten, he is broken hearted again. the sun trickled a few drops of sunshine on his window as it slowly turned into a quiet sunset.

rubbing his thin pale elbows, free from any darkening or callousing from being used as a head stand or any use too long, thinking that spot needed a scratch because it was imaginarily itchy. his mind wandered at his embarrassing situation-slash-accident-slash- he wanted it but couldn't have the guts to properly do what ever the out come maybe but alas the out come was bitter and couldn't accept it, adding a couple of bullying and insult added salt to injury moment, he couldn't help but feel his own eyes begin to water from the sheer fact of his own... bad luck.

what had he done to deserve such a fate, was his insignificantly demeaning question to his own fate. did he torture hundreds of fly's since his childhood to deserve such a cruel joke played upon him to his emotions, mind you he had not like flies since then for being too annoying for his taste. never the less, he still did not deserve to be blatantly shamed and doubly smacked with a rejection in front of a million children from across the district. in fact that was no joke.

seeing this week was an annual inter-school competition, between at least four school who were all public schools and quite impressively been occupied heavily by thousands of students. so basically a million would have been an exaggerated blow-up but he could probably multiply all the eyes by two and will probably get that much witness.

it wasn't the most perfect plan in the world but he couldn't bear it. you see he heard she was being courted by a guy he deemed un worthy of her, he was "in love" with this girl, Cassa, she was called by most. prettiest angel he could have ever laid his eyes on, lovely hair, luscious lips, all that fancy remarks of someone blearily infatuated physique wise. simply took his breath away the first time he saw her, double it with her nice compliments and those moments she defended him from bullies. well he wasn't exactly such a very stand-offish boy.

he was a kind of albino of the school with the height of a 10 year old kid in the body of a 14 yr old, he was hoping he would still grow. sadly though this was an enough reason for him to be badly treated by "the higher" kids plus with his kind of cowardice like attitude and almost unique looks of being boyishly girlie. he couldn't be helped but dubbed as a girly wimp or a shrimpy albino. he didn't like it the least but he was glad he was at most specially if Cassa was around.

obviously sometimes he thinks he abuses his frailty just to be someone Cassa would defend, stupid as it may seem. but he had no choice, inside him he was afraid to fight back. too good to be true though when it kicked in, his chivalrous side, when he found out her suitor was that one bully who always made a good smack of his face every phys. ed. time. he hated the guy, loathed him for mocking his height and frailty, although in honesty he hated himself but thats just partially beside the point.

no man can make a move on the purest girl he's ever encountered, and thats when he stupidly decided. yes, ladies and gentlemen clap your hands at the worst suitor in this side of the world. he decided to ask her to be his girlfriend even though he hadn't even established his very ground in her life even as a friend, but of course like all sadly idiotic characters in a story, this very fact haven't established in his mind yet. rather it would have been best if it this idea had stuck in his head in the first place but no, selfish of course not wanting to emotionally hurt himself first.

too bad this act cost him at least 8 lives out of his 8 because he had asked her out but she was already contemplating on being el-bully suitors girl friend, of course the girl isn't to blame for if she found something to love to the boy our little Chim found his foul existence offensive. so finding a completely huge wall and hit it hard with a splat, also a dead end, he tried reasoning with her. she had her reasons. he tried reasoning harder. she found this completely offensive but still in the politest manner she rejected him.

saying how flattered she was to be liked by him but she only found sympathy for him. again reminding you his bad luck was really conniving to such a destructive manner, bully saw this rejection happen. way to go Cassa for rejecting a poor boy and confessing unconsciously to the man your heart belonged, give her a round of applause. depressingly no applause could be hear into Chims side of story as besides being rejected feeling bitter, he tried fighting off bully boy.

honestly not the most advisable thing in the world clearly. so yes at this point you could have guessed what happened next, everyone saw he was a sore loser. paling as white as a sheet of paper he ran home weeping at his loss, or at least trying to not bawl.

a soft knock resounded to his ears and in came his mother, who looked quite like him in a manner of speaking, which he liked and hated at the same time. her face the complete painting of concern for her favoured child.

"what's wrong?" came the practiced question of mothers. "is my son alright?" she asked again, patting him on his cold forehead.

smiling at his mothers warm hands he nodded in reply to her, even though his eyes screamed the answer 'no i'm not really, can't you even see that fact mother?'

"okay," she said, sounding a little down, to this he winced inwardly. "your brother wants to know if you've finished your assignment, he told me he'd gladly teach you today if you haven't. in fact he's planning on bringing you to the library." she told him with a little twinkle of hope to cheer him up.

he couldn't quite grasp why her mother couldn't accept the fact that him spending his time being taught by his brother would never make him happy. in fact it would probably just make him completely frustrated. not to mention in his mind he knew why his brothers bringing him to the library, it was that student teacher he was trying to impress, again. snorting at this his mother must have perceived this as a comply for she sat up clapping her hands and murmuring something he couldn't understand.

sitting up, dreading the out come of that misinterpretation. in came his older brother with a quirked brow and an unmistakable smirk before rising from his bed shaking his head.

" really? the library? i thought i'd never see the day that i'd be inside that weird place. you know you'll never get that teacher." he told him as he wore his olive green, knee length, coat.

"honestly, is that really what you think of your brother. well come on bring your things, we don't have all day." he said tapping his wrist watch.

Chim rolled his eyes as he concluded that the teacher must have an aloted time in the library and he's chasing after her before it's too late.

arriving finally, to Chim's glee and his brothers frown, they didn't make it in time. the student-teacher his brother had his eyes on, along with her fellow trainees, had already left. leaving his brother no choice.

"tsk, damn. i was hoping i could ask her out again today. that last date wasn't enough for me." he scratched his head as he watched a kid with blonde-half-sky blue hair walk by, cocking his brow at this he turned to his tiny brother. "well i guess i should leave you here. if i can beat time i can catch her before she reaches her house." he said facing the other way around to run.

before Chim could even say anything his brother had ran leaving the tiny thing standing on a wonderfully nice evening sky. he looked around him feeling a little begrudged and lost before his eyes landed on the library doors. would he dare? he thought to himself. never fond of books nor the idea of the ever lulling feeling reading. eyes beginning to adjust to the growing dimness, he sprinted in the library doors and opened it.

entering this unknown domain of written words of whatever they might be. he looked around thinking of something to do and quite frankly inwardly embarrassed at the complete and utter silence of the place. he was quite used to a hustle and bustle type of crowd, he sprinted to a corner of the library that didn't consist of anyone reading on the floor or whispered discussions on the table.

hurrying his feet to find that spot he could call his own. he tip toed to a corner on the second floor and saw a spot unoccupied, also quite dim and possibly looking pretty dusty and unwelcome corner. he looked around to see if anyone was watching and sat gingerly onto a spot.

after settling for a few minutes he looked up and found a book about a very nicely illustrated volume of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. wondering what the pictures looked like he pulled the heavy book from its place and scanned through it carefully. while scanning through the pages, touching it's yellow worn pages it suddenly dawned to him at how calming it felt to touch the pages of the book.

smelling the emitting old age of the book he had on his lap he couldn't stop but think about what had happened before, about his feeling of utter distress about his so called rejection in par to the end of the world. maybe, in a really deep thought, it wasn't anyones fault. looking back, he didn't really try making such an impression to her for her to like him. oh finally the idea has struck him.

everything from then on, hard as it is to swallow, was his own fault. he had deliberately dug up his own hole to die on even before he knew it. is that how impulsive he was at being loved or impressing a girl. for that he might blame the fact that at some point to prove his manliness, since he did look like a wimpy frail girl for a boy of fourteen, he need a woman he can love. not like he wasn't being loved properly by his mother, no that is a completely different thing.

something about just being impressed by a kind girl, a beauty at that, just makes him crumble and become a completely even worse wimp. rolling his eyes at this thought, he suddenly laughed out loud at this thought. eyes watering at the sides from an idea, god knows why he laughed. a loud shush came to his left, where he came from, and found himself face to face with a quite stern looking face. he knew her name was Mrs. Tad, he didn't care if he ever met her, but now he should probably. now that she looked quite stern.

"excuse me young boy, mind you. i know reading can quite make us feel alot of emotions. but do please keep it to our selves now." she said as her stern face broke into a very warm smile, he swore made his little boy heart melt with such motherly love, although it was still evident that her sternness was intact with in her voice.

couldn't help being pulled into it, he smiled back at her sheepishly and nodded. she nodded back acknowledging his earnest compliance and went back to whatever she was doing. watching her back disappear he giggled to himself then found his eyes back to the book he held. it was a good thing this library went on until the wee hours of the night or else he would have been still sulking.

suddenly realizing a quick change of lightness in his once bereaved heart, he wondered if the library was some kind of magic for making him feel, if for no better word, better. blinking, he suddenly found himself immersed, surprisingly, at the wonderfully queer world of Alice in Wonderland.

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well hope you enjoyed this entry, the character is actually another character from another short story, this one is like a prequel of some sorts to it entitled Untimely Library. eventually this one story doesn't have a trace of fantasy or msytery in it, but Untimely Library, the original story has. so enjoy~

Martin the Warrior

no this might not be a kind of review, but will just be a tiny post about my sentiments to Martins story before he founded the Abbey. good lourd i never knew my prayers would be heard someday when i wished that i could discover atleast that Martin will have a love interest. but sad to say sir Brian Jacques just broke my heart by killing her in the end. *weeps*

still it never stopped me from appreciating her existence, this just proves that for once Martin the Warrior was destined to be with someone his heart ached for, well aside from the aching for justice, sadly it may seem that another life time might be needed for them to meet again.

i do believe that the hero from the book Redwall is the reincarnation of this great mouse warrior, if i remember his name was Mattimeo? goodness it has been, what? two years or three years ago since i bought the first book Sir Brian Jacques has authored and since that point until now i have never been so glad in my entire life to have stumbled upon it. i don't care if it sounds like his books are for adolescent or young readers, i still like them!!!

but i couldn't really prove it since i don't live in their world. anyway i need to check again on the list of books of the Redwall series since i need to know which ones i still don't have or will be eager to look for. although i have already had my eyes on the title Tuggerung, i regret not buying it the same time as the Martin the Warrior when i passed by Booksale.

on wards to a public update of my life, currently multitasking on things such as comment/editing of the comics of my friend. currently willing to volunteer myself into making her background artist so that she wouldn't be bothered by making backgrounds anymore. not a poor thing, it's just that she seems to have trouble with making backgrounds. but my proposal is still on hold... well just because.

next is update of my comics Children of the Eternal Spring: Missing Door Knocker update. so far i haven't left off Scene 5. |||OTL good lourd.

anyway a little more patience and we'll come to the end of this arc now~~

Tapeta chapter 2: felt unlucky

there was a thing called wednesdays are the worst of the days ever born, it seemed that on that day you would more often encounter black cats on your way to work and home, land on your butt more than you needed when ever you pass by a broken mirror just to see that beautiful lady on your office and feel the wrath of all living creatures born to be possibly nasty and bitchy on your young age. of course on accounts of those unlucky things being done on just one day, there is absolutely no proof that that day has stopped more lives, from continuing, than anything in the world.


there is just enough time to finish the day and the library was about to close, Tapeta who simply borrowed a book, entitled: Star Wars for Dummy's, which she didn't even read since she was never a fan of was on the verge of a 20 bucks fine for not returning it in time. her burdensome back pack not helping her for decreasing her speed has just found her self face to face with the empty corridor to the doors of the library. just a few steps away and she would have succeeded in her mission that took most of her under-exercised legs life when she saw the student librarian helper locking the doors.

skidding to a wonderful steady skater boy like stop, the noise from the friction of her rubber shoes to the floor felt so piercing in the ears that she had to momentarily squint through the pain. once she had found it safe to open her eyes, and ears, her vision welcomed the sober looking boy from the faculty room. his face looking a little pale, his one eye awfully twitching with the reddish pain. he smelled a little awful but it must be because he was sweating, sweating in the middle of a cold 8 o'clock night in the library?

"ahm... you're that girl." he said a little weak, it was obvious that something had happened to him so horrible that made his voice hoarse.

there was this momentary pause on a persons head thinking whatever they needed to respond, she wanted to respond rudely but it kind of felt wrong, seeing as he looked quite shy and reluctant. "yes i am that girl."

it was definitely an awkward thing for the guy as he seemed to feel trapped in a corner, even though his mouth struggle a twitching smile. Tapeta on the other hand just made a lazy nod smile combination.

"could you excuse this one time with this book." she hurriedly said to avoid having that ultimate silence prolonged. "i really, really don't have 20 bucks in my allowance, in fact i couldn't spare it. the teacher said i could borrow it up until the end of seven days but its already the seventh and i didn't remember it not until science class. had to hurry to a pay phone and call my mother, so basically long story short, i had to go through blood guts and needles just to return this."

finishing her words by showing that yellow book with the epic icon of wheezing evil force Darth Vader, behind tiny images of Han Solo, Princess Lea, Luke and a bunch of photoshopped images to look into one decent image cover related to Star Wars. relevantly he was familiar with it, but he looked like he wasn't a definite fan, words be true he wasn't. he'd have read it before though since he's given quite alot of time with him self and the library.

"guess i could let you slip just this once." he told her as he reached for the book. he inspected the library card at the back of the book and went back inside, "but i suggest you wait for it to finish. you might not know if i'm really clearing your name or not."

looking around her and seeing how grim the open lights of the corridors were to her aware mind of the dark night outside she insisted upon herself to enter the library, even though she was on her full guard. you could never tell what a person is like, even if he looked like he was oppressed ten folds by some unknown force. a constant reminder to a person living in a world more dangerous than the star wars world.

libraries were considered creepy by students, specially at the wake of the night. towering shelves that made it looked like maze walls hindering your line of sight to the goal which was the end of the room, the opposing wall. books that made small tiny spaces to peek through the darkness of the nooks and crannies that existed between the shelving room and its occupants. tiny non-existent windows, since the libraries location was between the school gyms firewall and at the back of the school building.

there are two floors for the library, the other one like a viewing balcony consisting of older books and files from the school since God knows when archives and the normal library which is where they were located on the ground floor. the boy sat behind the reception desk which was located at the center of the room, where the only light source came from. it was bright and reassuring, but it didn't reach all those corners that the dark seemed to have crept from.

"could you edit the time when i gave it back?" Tapeta asked as she laid down her bag on the table as she watched him type on the computer, her eyes nervously surveying the dark.

he looked up at her and smiled that smile of his where you were wondering so suddenly what ever you did wrong to him. was it his way to make her feel guilty for returning that book late in the evening, where everyone's already gone and the only existing people in the school were those sports club outside, some responsible students, the janitor and the responsible teachers. even though the school had too much space to spare for its too many students,once they leave it , itfeels really large and intimidating.

"on second thought, why don't you just leave the time be. you know, maybe i could start sparing that 20 bucks. its just 20 bucks."

"no its okay, i'm already done anyway. just, next time don't forget to return the books you borrow earlier, Tapeta." he told her a little like it was something a motherly librarian would say to any kid.

"yeah," she said, plus. "could i ask you something really important?"

"okay?"

"whats your name?"

his silence must have been the best silence she'd seen. so far his face hadn't printed such a shock, she could have guessed a thousand reasons why, but nothing would actually come up into her mind since she herself has no idea what ever ran into his mind. one thing was really evident, at the time being, it felt like it was his first time to be asked what his name was. was she missing something in the world these days, is asking someone a very normal question such as asking about there name that a big deal it needed someone to react like so.

"sorry was the question really that bad?" she asked him, totally curious of his reason.

"no, no." his face hiding the fact that his voice sounded excited and happy. "i'm Solemi. my name is Solemi. i'm a year older so don't mind calling me whatever you want, you can definitely call me whatever you want."

"doesn't that work a bit the other way around. you should be able to call me any names since, you know, i'm younger."

"really? i don't mind. it's alright!!" suddenly snickering like a hyena to himself then reverting back to normal, "we should leave now. the janitor checks in at eight to see if there are students still in the library so we don't want to be mistaken for thieves."

"good idea, i don't feel happy being inside a creepy dark room." said Tapeta to him finally just chewing on his shocked expression and resolving on exiting the lair of the night library.


Tapeta insisted on walking home with him and waited for a few minutes to a door that is in direct view of his locker, although she didn't waste any time watching him waste his time in fixing his things getting them done and fading away. she was busy texting Henryeta that she was hoping she could copy her assignment in math tonight, being neighbors with a good studious friend is a good thing, specially in times of need when you feel lazy on learning on your own. but having a mother that worked at night might be another reason having a studious friend for a neighbor be a good thing.

before she could even make another message after sending the previous one she heard a loud cry from inside, her speed was good enough that her face slammed on the closing half of the double door that it stopped itself from closing properly. nursing her aching nose her eyes caught a few boys, probably from a higher batch poking fun at Solemi while he was trying his darnedest best to run away.

"good day Solemi, so hows the essay going? hope you don't let us down, i mean you don't want us to loose our chance to play on the field right? besides were paying you nicely. those extra cash your earning is helping you right? so hope we're not disturbing you or anything." said the one she recognized as Levin, to the eyes of many he may look completely sporty and normally good looking. though some would say he's got a few points down for a certain part of his personality, it seems like most girls seem to not care about it, must be the 'i know he's got a kind side' excuse.

of course all the timid like Solemi can do is sort of cower, a bit like hiding only it was a fail. "i thought those were due at the end of the week, i still haven't done most of it?"

"which ones? mine or there's??" asked Levin pointing to his comrades.

"hey, i paid first i should get mine earlier!"

"shut up, you borrowed money from me. you shouldn't be asking to have yours early."

"come on lets just finish this will you i have a date with that hot new girl in our cheer leading squad."

"oh hell yeah that girl with brown eyes, god her body's like a cloud nine waiting for me."

"shut up!" said Levin amidst his friends enjoying themselves at the sole idea of having fun.

"i'll give it tomorrow. promise!!" he said to him raising his left hand as an oath.

"use your right moron!" said one of them and pulled the other hand away from clutching his bag. the bag fell flat on the floor as he looked like a cactus with his hands both stuck in the air. waiting to be pulled down by his puny willed arms.

the rest of them left before Levin said "hey, heard bout that stunt you did with the trophy case. you know your worse than us. blaming a kid for your own fault. pretty cowardly ain't it, and your saying making you do these home works unfair. dude we're paying you, you should be grateful you have more than the income you should have."

savoring the effect of his last words to Solemi, who looked like he was about to burst in shame, he left him standing hands raised like a coat hanger waiting for coats and hats to hide his miserable existence. long before he could even find a way to make himself feel even more miserable than he should be there came the young girl Tapeta. her black eyes looking at him, it wasn't showing any thing but the fact she saw everything.

"you could probably use someone to talk to." she told him as she picked up his bag and put his jacket on top of his head, "and something, like a pipe wrench, to put those arms down."

evidently wednesdays weren't as unlucky as it seems, and at that time Solemi was glad he was oppressed.

Tapeta chapter 1: was all a lie

time runs faster when you feel like flying out on to space. your mind drifts backward like so, one step, two steps, and it suddenly feels like you made it forward than back. don't anybody think in this world that its much better to take three steps slower than five steps faster?

Tapeta, a normal kid sitting on a chair on a fine afternoon, would have enjoyed her stay if she weren't in the middle of detention. tapping her pencil in the rhythm of the choir club almost a window adjacent from the library away made it seem less boring. her head couldn't concentrate on the paper she should be writing as a form of punishment for some act she didn't even commit. no one would have guessed she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but who cared. as long as anyone is around to be blamed with by any adult who was too lazy to listen, why not?

scribbling some more words, she put down her pencil and finally read out loud, in her mind, the content of the most unfeeling apology letter. addressed to the teacher who seriously thought she could pull off the prank, complete with what she felt like the best words strung together to sound like a kid wrote it with a mind changed for the better.

it read:
today i don't know what time it was, but i broke the school trophy case glass.(that was a complete coincedence, she was just passing by, like all victims of coincedences are doing, passing by.) i broke it with my bare hands clutching the heaviest bat from the baseball club i could find. (the idea was she found it actually far away from the crime and was thinking of bringing it back to the club.) i (this was the hardest part, finding the right reason to put in her excuse.) was pissed off by the defeat of the game last week, i have never mentioned this but i have had anger management for years and have been bottling it up. (complete lie, but it was better than saying she didn't do it, and still they would box her ears for lying the truth.) i finally cracked up that was why i did that, and i found the defeat of our schools team the best way to show them all in one go without hurting anyone else. i am completely sorry for doing it and by spending my time in the library under the supervision of mr.Layt i have finally found the error of my ways. (complete lie. the teacher just spent his time shouting at her for being a rising delinquent and left the half of the time for her to think. she didn't even learn anything, just gained a full head ache.)

"now all i need to do is to give this to mr.Layt and get on to my community work, or what ever physical punishment they've got." said Tapeta under her breath.

the clock ticked until the last minute of her hour and there she grabbed her things waited for a few minutes until the library doors knob clicked and it opened to let mr.Layt in.

"finally. now where do you think you're going??" spotting her get ready to leave pose. "get your ass down. you won't go to any of your class until we say so." he said as behind him the p.e. teacher ms.Tanara walked, still looking buff and fierce in contrast with mr.Layt's lazy dung like sneaky appearance.

"sit back down Tapeta," said ms.Tanara, with her voice so mild you could never feel any anger, a contrast to her buff like authoritative look. "the detention is over, hand your write up to mr.Layt and we'll announce the rest of your punishment after class."

Tapeta willingly gave her letter, "yes, ma'am."

mr.Layt grabbed it contemptously, as if she was lucky ms.Tanara was there to stop him from further giving her more of his life knowing point of views in life, which no one actually cares, lecture head aches. frowning back at his very annoying poser good authoritative teacher ass, she was dragged back to normalcy by the p.e. teacher beckoning her to her next class.


it could have been better if no one insignificant cared for anything that she did. no, instead all of the worlds kids in her year would completely meddle in her feat of superb and awesome act of rebellion. throwing those annoying glances that felt more like spears made of blunt wood piercing her front, back and side. deafening her ears with those nasty tongues made out of fluffy moss and mushrooms out of those wild wet humid toilets.

she could wait for a few weeks for it to subside, but the scar of that scapegoat living lie would live on. too bad it would live on, and she was made into living as a scapegoat, frikkin, lie.

but underneath those hefty comfortable life of being teased and taunted to her fullest annoyance, was there ever a surge of wanting justice from the wrong doers stupid wrong doing blamed to her?

"no," she told her best friend under the school bleachers, eating there lunch busily hiding from the noise and bustle of the normal hyper students of the school. "do i look like i want to?"

Henryeta, frowning so much her pudgy face would have made the softest pillow, said "i don't get you, i would have wanted to know who was the real culprit you know?? it's unfair."

"i wouldn't mind either, just getting this attention. its way much better than being known to be nothing." said Cisca, the only person sane enough to know the feeling of how to be noticed in the best and popular way as possible. "of course, like being feared. it's like the same with being praised."

of course who wouldn't receive exasperated looks if the way you comforted someone was in the way of selfish egotistical practicality. just in time a ball whizzed from the court and hit the bleacher seats so hard that it slammed all senses of safety between the three friends that they hurriedly ran away to another place to eat. giggling in between mouthfuls of their food and beverage while running there little feets.


Tapeta groaned loudly as she saw herself being dragged to the faculty room by mr.Layt, her annoyance from his presence succumbed by the nervousness she felt in facing the faculty. suddenly realizing, what if they called her parents, she would rather be the escaped criminal than the scapegoat now. much better she would have been hurt by the shattered glass or she could have escaped by hitting mr.Layt's groin with the bat after being witnessed holding it, then running for her life into seclusion some where far away, safe.

"i bet your real scared now huh?" said the teacher to her, "those defiant eyes of yours are gone and i could tell you're really serious in finally learning your lesson now."

inside her mind she suddenly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastically annoying or wisely consoling, whatever it was it didn't feel any better to hear words from a maniac adult who looks like a pedophile. like time could have permitted it to pass by faster, it didn't and she would have given all her allowance savings just to make it faster that she wouldn't want to feel that stomach churning, no less than redundant, feeling.

arriving inside she found herself face to face with a student a year ahead of her, his eyes looked like it was pleading but he smiled nicely, something to redeem him of his sober look. he sat in front of school guidance ms.Nice, her face in that chinese like solemn way, looking over the new comers. behind her stood ms.Tanara her hands holding Tapeta's letter of apology to the school.

"you are very impressive liar Tapeta, too bad your lies not as convincing as the truth." said ms.Tanara to her, actually to the letter like it was Tapeta herself, with a small smile on her face.

all that she could do then was just go with the flow.