First Day


You wake up to the sound of a bell. Not your alarm clock, but a bell in your neighborhood that rings at exactly seven in the morning every day. It’s too cold – that cold that makes you too lazy to do anything.

You’ve got to prepare for the first day of class or at least continue reading the novel you have read during the break just to dawdle away the remaining hours you got before your class starts. You look up at the clock on the wall. 7:05. It’s seven still. 

Too groggy to sit up, you cocooned in bed and covered yourself with the thick blanket. You doze off.


The cold makes sleep come easily. You dream of someone. All the thoughts of him are on replay in your mind. It is a damn nice dream that you wish so bad it was real… that that time would freeze… that you can live in that place, in that moment, forever.

You wake up at yet another sound. This time, it’s your alarm clock deafening your ears, waking you up from fantasy.

8:00. You don the dress that you bought the other week just for this day. Not that it is special but you said to yourself you’d somehow increase your self-esteem in every way you can – and dressing up is one way. A little blush to bring color to your cheeks and eyeliner is also good – less is more. Operation Self Esteem – Day one. 

You arrive at school. Maybe you’re too early because you can find three students in your classroom. Surely, there’s more to come. For no reason at all, you choose to sit in the corner. You put your mp3 on and let the music take you away from the world again.

At a sudden, you hear someone call your name. You find it weird. It’s the first day of school and someone knows you already? Wait. Oh right, maybe it’s your classmate last semester.

You slowly open your sleepy eyes and find solace in those two beautiful eyes staring back at you. That mesmerizing, tantalizing, alluring, heart-warming gaze of the man of your dreams makes you wonder why such creature exists. 

“Hey, class will start in a while,” he says as he takes the seat next to you. You melt.

How the hell can you possibly focus for the rest of the semester with a distraction like that?




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