Monday, July 21, 2008

"We are such stuff as dreams are made on"

An imaginative journey:

It was dark. I saw claire benet in the corridor outside lab 5. The school had long been abandoned because children no longer existed in the world in the movie "Children of Men". She was dodging from hidden snipers. Before long, the corridor started to move, transforming into a train carriage. Suddenly, claire benet was no more when I became the girl on the train.

I opened the door and walked through the wobbling carriage link into the next carriage. The train moved out of the tunnel into daylight, and I dived onto the ground, afraid to have been seen. I hid beneath a blanket that had already been on the seat.

A man walked into the carriage out of nowhere. I froze, and he walked past without seeing me. Then suddenly, I had company. Another girl was hiding underneath the blanket next to me.

Not long after, the train became crowded with people. We were agents with hidden identities, but ironically, we all wore pink dresses so we could find each other. We spotted another girl in pink and she joined us.

Now, the train was roofless, and the two girls became Susanna and Jenny. We stopped at a station and I recognised it to be "Kogarah station with the stairs on the reverse side". Susanna agreed but Jenny did not.

Next, I was alone again, walking through a myriad of people in New York City. While waltzing down the street, I realised that I had forgotten to bring my charger with me to the mission, but thought it was alright since Jenny's charger could fit into mine. Then I was horrified at the fact that I had forgotten my earphones.

Now, I had arrived at a chinese shopping centre. Sarah's mum was tending the first store near the entrance. Suddenly I was off balance, and had to grasp onto a shelf to keep me standing. Sarah's mum gave me a dirty, and I quickly walked away.

At the back was a children's clothing store that was closed. I turned the corner to go to the toilet to meet up with my fellow agents. I could hear them through the door---

I abruptly awoke to my mum's arrival home from work. I looked at my phone and it was 5:30. I was like SH*T! I missed tutoring!!!

I ran out of my room, calling out to my mum. I finally found her in the house entrance, untying her shoelaces. Panting, I said to her,

"Mum! I was sleeping and I missed tutoring! It was supposed to start at 4:30 but I took a day nap! Can you drive me now?"

I walked back to my room, contemplating whether it was too late to go anyway, since I had already missed an hour by now.

Suddenly, my bed was vibrating. I opened my eyes and "Withheld" was ringing me. I pressed "yes" and it was my dad on the phone asking me if I had left for tutoring yet. He also told me that a man will come to fix our car's window because someone had vandalised it a few weeks ago.

After the call had ended, I checked my phone and it was only 1:08. I was busting to go to the toilet, so I got off my bed and went.

When it was 3:20, I left my house to go to Chatswood. The bus was late, but I did not miss tutoring.

Unfortunately.

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3 comments:

violet illusion said...

and dreams constitute what we love or fear the most. so you either really really love tutoring, or really really hate new york. *nods*.

jenital said...

definitely the former!

~Sushi~ said...

lol what reverse side? haha that took me all over the place but seems like a good journey plot, can i use it? =P just joking... hmm i realised that a lot of people are doing the whole moving from past to present or from imagination to reality xD