the day after today..

A gust of wind blows straight to my cheeks from the class windows. As though it's trying to get ride of the dirt on my face---or my troubles in the heart. I AM staring at my book, doing nothing, like a guy who had just woke up for a minute, though I've already awaken for one and a half hours.

Friends sitting beside me are chatting happily on their games or whatever. In another corner is a group of friends trying hard on memorizing their dictations. Chit-chat, laughter or whisper, faint sounds of pencils writting homeworks, bla bla bla. I always take a glimpse at them, smiling at them as if i'm quite interested in their stories which i'm not. Then i continue on my unfinished homework, alone.

Out of a sudden, a hand smack goes right down on my back. It's painful (as I have flesh).I draw my breath loudily, ready to "punish" anyone who do that to me. I stand up, angrily, with words of anger getting ready to spit on that annoying person.

"Hi, does it feel nice?" said a soft voice, with a smile on the face.

Oh, it's you. I was shocked, in pretend. I don't expect you greeting me such a way, though.

"Quite nice, thanks. Have a seat please." said I, POLITELY. Those angry words which nearly came out of my mouth are all swallowed into the stomach, being kept in prison there. Nonetheless, seeing you make me more annoyed. I always wanted to shout at you, but my filthy mouth is always being firmly sealed, everytime i see you.

"What're you doing?", you asked.

I look up, and gazed at you steadily. You're quite astonished, which I don't know why.

"Huh?" you asked me, funnily.

"Work." i replied ,continue doing my work. I've no idea on starting a good conversation, not even a conversation which can last long--"Erm.. today's weather is fine, isn't it" ......Bla bla bla.....
you just sit there, quietly reading or doing anything, like an obidient puppy. And you leave , causing me having hard feelings, though.

it's going to happen tomorrow.....