This story is really just an exercise. I don't write much but I would always have situations in my head that I could never write it down the way I envisioned it in my head. This it why I am writing this story. To explore and exercise scenarios, writing technique, and what I'm most excited to try to write the most, emotions. So, there's gonna be some OOC since this story is gonna explore emotions that do not appear on the show and it's definitely gonna be emotionally dramatic from time to time. This is mainly just for fun and as a hobby so don't expect a super good novel or anything like that.

If you're not comfortable reading the story after reading this note, I suggest finding another story that suits your style before you accidentally suffer from second-hand embarrassment because of me, haha. If you continue to read the story even after reading this whole thing, thank you and I apologize for the future second-hand embarrassment from my noobish writing style!


A rock fly pass right in front of my face.

I blink.

I am surprised although I really shouldn't be.

I turn to my right, the direction where the rock came from, to find out who threw it.

I only saw a shadow fleeing behind the house he or she was hiding behind.

I sigh and roll my eyes in annoyance before continuing my way to school. There really was no point in chasing that shadow because it was quite obvious that it was just another kid.


The day is normal just like any other day.

Well, with some exceptions of a few days. Maybe two? I think.

Sitting on my wooden chair, elbows on my wooden desk and my face buried in the palm of my hands, I sigh through my nose as I try to retain consciousness from today's dreary lesson. Actually, scratch that. Everyday at school, everything is dreary. For me, that is. Others have friends to brighten their days. I, on the other hand, do not have friends.

It's not because I'm weird or anything.

Okay, it's probably that but I know for sure that was not it.

It's because I do not reach out to them or try to make friends with them.

I just don't feel...'here'. Like I can feel my body is here but my heart and mind is somewhere else. Or, maybe my heart and mind is somewhere else because I want it to be somewhere else.

I loop these thoughts in my head repeatedly before I could feel it darkening my mood more than it already was.

Another deep sigh from my mouth. It is strained and I could feel my chest shrinking as I breath out. And it didn't stop. My chest continue to tighten, pushing out all the air from my lungs. I try to suck the air back in but my throat close up against my will.

"Xiong lao shi! There's something wrong with Wan!" A student bring the attention of not only the teacher, but also the entire class to me. They watch me as I grip the edge of my table painfully with my left hand. My right hand, hovering in front of my throat. I want to rip my throat open so much just so I could breath but I just quiver in my seat as more desperate and useless, fake solutions flood my already weakening mind. My mouth was open as I try to scream for help but the world would not supply me the air I needed. So I cry for help with my eyes and pray that the tears are loud enough.

I feel light. Light enough to feel myself be pull out of my chair.

Off the ground.

And out of the window.

I am pulled by such force that I feel half of the world blur past my eyes in less than a second.

No...

I think that's what is happening right now.

Blur of the brown dirt.

Blur of the green vegetation.

Blinded by the yellow sun.

I had to close my eyes. I shut them tightly and anticipate the fall that is soon to come. I am not meant to fly after all.

Even though I was pretty sure I have closed my eyes, I can still see.

Blur of blue walls beside me.

Blur of the blue sky.

Blur of blue clothes.

Blur of blue, curious eyes.

Then clear white.

And darkness.

I move my eyes, trying to figure out where I am within this darkness. While I couldn't see where I am, I can feel it.

I feel something sharp inside my left hand.

I feel something rough on the fingertips on my right hand.

I feel my stiff body resting on something.

I feel my eyelids covering my eyeballs.

I open my eyes only to have my eyelids involuntarily close itself, causing me to blink multiple times before my eyes could stay open.

My brown eyes scann the classroom to find my classmates and teacher missing. The doors to my empty classroom are closed but the chalkboard is still covered with words. With the help of natural daylight shining in through the windows, I read today's lesson that the teacher was reading out to us as she wrote on the same chalkboard just a while ago.

I am so confused and so scared. My mind dazed and hazy.

Blur.

Then I feel an ache in my chest that bringst me out of my stupor. Finally, the muscles in my throat obey me and open up, allowing me to breath in the air that was wrongfully denied to me. I loudly gasp in a big amount of air greedily like I hadn't breathed in one hundred years. After feeling life continue its flow inside me, I can feel the sore and stiff muscles of my body. Panting lightly as I relax my muscles, I look down to my left hand. It is tightly grasping broken pieces of wood that was once a part of my desk. I slowly release the shards from my stiff fingers to reveal my red, uninjured palm.

Mummers are heard outside my classroom as the wooden door creak open. I look over to find my teacher and a few of my classmates peaking in through the small crack.

"Wan, are you okay?" The teacher asks concernedly.

But also fearfully.

I didn't answer. Actually, more like I couldn't because I know what okay feels like and this is not okay. But I have to be because I don't want them to look at me like that anymore. Why are they even outside? Why do they look so scared? Why are they pointing at me as they whisper into the ears of their friend?

I didn't even do anything this time.


The teacher sent my classmates outside to play while she and I remain in the classroom. She said we have to wait until my parents get here.

I just nodded quietly as I grasped my own hand for comfort.

My sight shifts to the doors that has been closed once again, fearfully waiting for my parents to come in.

I'm not sure what I have done but whatever it is, I'm in trouble if my parents need to be summoned to my school.

My sight shifts to my teacher, seated all the way in front of the class where her desk is.

I star at her as she write something on paper after paper after paper but she didn't spare a glance at me no matter how long I stared.

My sight shifts onto my desk.

The desk I'm not sitting in right now as I have been moved to the middle of the class. Further away from the teacher but not too far away to make me feel...mistreated. After all, having a child sit at the back of the class while waiting for her parents would seem...off.

The waiting is making my heart pump strongly.

My heart has pumped stronger such as when I exercise before but just until a few minutes ago, my heart feels more alive in each beat it makes. Every anxious breath I take ever since that few minutes ago has made me feel more energized.

The attention of the occupants inside the classroom are drawn to the doors as it is knocked on. The doors are opened to reveal my parents. My mother comes in first. My hair is just like hers. Dark brown, long and soft. She's a pretty, slender lady with a polite smile perfected with practice. My dad comes in after her and close the door behind him with his big, strong arms. The length of my hair is the same as his. A few inches below the shoulders.

My mother would also comment how I would have soft, kissable lips like my father's but I don't really understand that. Aren't all lips the same? I mean, sure I have seen lips that are thinner or bigger but aren't they all the same?

Whatever, I have more important things to focus on.

"Wan, come over here." My teacher calls me over to my parent's side as they each take a seat on the chairs already prepared for them. I remain standing because there were no seat prepared for me. That's fine by me because I get to feel a little taller since I'm not exactly vertically gifted. But my dad said that I would grow taller after 13.

Then maybe then people would stop throwing rocks at me when I'm taller and scarier than them! Just one year left... I really can't wait!

"Is there something wrong, Miss Xiong?" My mother asks my teacher.

Xiong lao shi takes an agitate breath through her nose as she rubs her temple with two of her fingers. I watch her and wait anxiously for her answer.

The teacher is silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out which approach would be the best approach.

"Your child glowed in the middle of class."

The blunt approach it is.

The family of three could only summon one answer.

"What?"

More like a question but close enough.


My parents had to take me home after the meeting. My teacher said none of my classmates were willing to come into class because they were afraid of me.

I think it's stupid. What kind of kid glows anyway!? That's just...just...DUMB!

My parents mumble to each other but because I was, oh, right next to them, I could hear what they're saying. Maybe they are mumbling so people who are passing by won't hear them instead? I don't know...

"I can't believe what she just said. Wan? glowing? I mean, the rock incident was one thing since it could happen but glowing!? For the love of...!" My mother hiss in agitation.

I carefully take two steps away from her as we continue to walk home.

"I still think we should listen to the teacher and keep her home for a few days. I mean, if it was another kid that told the story, we can doubt it but this is a teacher and the whole classroom. We can't go on like this anymore. We need to get her to a priest or something. There's definitely something wrong with her."

My shoulders slump from my father's words. It's not like it hurts because I kind of expected this. I feel disappointment. I know I shouldn't because kids are not supposed to be disappointed with their parents. It's usually always the other way around. The parents are always right so there must be something wrong with me.

But deep down in my heart, I feel relieved. I'm finally gonna get help on figuring out what's wrong with me. Then maybe I can be normal again and people would stop...making me feel left out.

Although the situation is depressing, there's something inside of me that is making me feel kinda hopeful. It doesn't feel like it's coming from the priest thing but...more like I'm waiting. Even though I'm already outside of my classroom and on my way home, I feel like I'm waiting. Waiting for something to arrive from somewhere far away.

And it's going to be here soon.