Feng Shui
Disclaimer: I don't own anything… (Please forgive my crudeness.)
Prologue
The trees wither and the rain springs anew.
I am alone in the bridge of my alma mater, enjoying the slugs that sheltered our campus's corridors, and the birds that relieved themselves on the nearby pillar.
It is a lonely five-thirty in the afternoon. Most of my classmates are gone, commuting or taking the school bus home.
There is a scent that hangs in the air, the smell of rain and night; a whiff of it can make the hardest of nicotine addicts quit, lure the worst insomniac to his slumber, and the best bomb sniffing canines faint.
I look ahead.
Foliage. Palm and narra on either side, the setting crimson sun above and the cirrus, nimbus and stratus clouds below.
I look behind.
Space. The war of our classrooms have gone on a ceasefire
This space, this line between the cafeteria and the classrooms, is an odorous hell on the left, mouthwatering earth on the right, and pure paradise and a remarkable sight in the middle.
I always go to this sanctuary when the fires go out, when the rain extinguishes the flame of secondary school… when I feel depressed; this is my only joy and consolation.
(end of chapter)
Hehe… that's my prologue. I know it sucks, but it's my first fic anyway. See ya.