Adam's Story : 2. Silent

2. Silent

"Beth Mctrevor?" Mrs Julien called the names just like always. Annoying. Casual. "Yes, im here" she answer. "Rani Samuel?". Yes. Yes. Yes.
All the boys and girls took a seat at their own position, Adam seat at third rows from the back besides the windows, for some reason he wants to be silhouette. Sit still with his book never flew from him. Somehow that morning gives him butterfly in the stomach, feeling queasy, his body chill with soft icy winter that flowed the class from the outside. He noticed something from his sight, he couldn't even bother to blinked once. Outside, the garden that illuminates the school in more calmly and soothingly. The garden filled with golden and violet leaves that been covered the dirt below, dead branches for the birds, black soil and dirt all around. but there is something interesting about this garden, there is a dead rotten red hair girl. Hanging up side down, tide with the tiny little pieces of root above. Naked. No blood. No name. Adam just kept watching, and watching... until...
"Adam Tierman?" she call. Once. Twice. "uh, Yeah. Yes..." Adam recalled. Please, please, please... no need to look at me, get your own life... Urgh!!!. The class start when Mrs Julien called the last name ahead. Asian History and Society. Japan, Sri Lanka, Malaysia. Read. Remember. He kept his head down, his stomach still feeling queasy still remembering the dream, the thought that he had. What? why? why? why? he just kept portraying the images that he saw in his mind, keep questioning, keep looking. He start to sweats. His breath high and low. his heartbeat rushing, he could feel his mind starting to explode.
"Are you okay?" angelic whispering. Adam felt little bit shock. "yeah, yeah... I just.. Im fine... really..." he answer. He just need to know who is that girl. He just kept looking down. Deep breath. In and out. He slightly turned his face to the girl direction, she was beautiful, angelic face devil body, he is the same girl in his mind. The dead one. Red hair. Adam felt shiver. Cold inside out. Heat through his vein. He taste his lips, wet. Dropping to his hand. Red. Everything was silent. Blur. Dark. Silent.

to be continue...

A.R.R by R.A

Adam's Story : 1. Touch

1. Touch

"Don't touch me!!!" shrieked Adam to one of his bestie, Salem at the prestigious Red High School. Adam was one of the most weird and sometimes mute at the same time. He really into the books and sometimes he rather talk to cats than to his schoolmates. Adam is a weird boy. Salem the opposite. Today, Adam was surprised by his friend act, and that gave him a several shock to himself. Adam somehow, doesn't like to be touch by anyone. Untouchable. No one ever know about him in specific details. Wondering to be alone and alone, Adam somehow been popular in his school. Why? "He is the most sweet child, isn't it?" Profesor Anna Joe. "I wish he would give a number" Samanta, the most hot chicks ever. "I love his body" Nathan, the pervert society that still alive. Adam somehow doesn't want to care about all that stuff, he just want to be alone and alone. He, by any matters is the most intelligent, neat, athletic body and icy blue eyes that kept the birds in the glass. He is not fusty minded but of course he is weirdo and psycho for someone that been jealous to him.
Salem felt teribbly sorry. "Oh shit! Im sorry, man... i was..." he begging. " I just..."
"No, its okay, Im.. Im fine..." Adam has to be fake, he calm as always. He knelt down to his knee and keep collecting the books and the swaying papers all over the hallway floor. Salem do the same. They both stood up straight again, Adam facing to his locker number knob. Open it and searching for something that isn't there. He just keep looking and looking. He slightly stare at Salem, whose in goofy mode. Adam eyebrows raised.
"Oh! good news, man. Guess what?" he surprisingly again. Adam just stare. "I got an invitation to Ana's party" happily ever Salem. "You should come along, Ad. Some night some fun." happy, ecstacy, lunatic Salem wants to party. I hate when he called me Ad, can you just let me be, im no fun to you at all, He confessing to himself. "Come along?" still questioning.
"I don't do party, Salem." sarcasticly. He never want to be so mean to his friends, his bestfriends. But sometimes he just need to be mean to be himself. To be alone. Alone. Sorry man, i really am. He left the boy with green sweater and bright blue jeans with a sneaker behind, Adam heading to the class.


to be continue....

A.R.R by R.A