Dilemma of a Replica
Chapter Four
If you were wondering if S.F. (Syaoran Freak) and I are communicating with each other, then no we're not. And I'm thankful for that. I guess you can say we're back to being strangers.
"Sakura?" He called me for the umpteenth time.
I chose to ignore him. He could just "observe" me in silence.
See? It's like we don't even know each other. And for the record: we certainly do not.
i felt a piece of paper being thrown to my head, followed by a tap on my shoulder, then I felt a hand thwacked me from behind.
Was it just me...or something ridiculously annoying was trying to get my attention?
I was, for the first time, thankful that Sir Terada was actually not late for class this time. And I sighed in relief when I felt no more disturbances. I listened to Mr. Terada's voice.
"Pack your bags," was the first thing he said. He smiled widely. "We're going outside."
Confused murmurs broke out as well as excited chatters. I remained silent, waiting for the teacher to explain further.
"Group yourselves into three by the way," he assigned. "Then as you go around, look for objects found in the environment then observe it. This is just a simple exercise that I want everyone to do; I want everyone to appreciate even the small things Mother Nature could offer," Mr. Terada is passionate about biology and life. He once confessed that being a teacher wasn't his first choice as his career, but instead he originally wanted to be a biologist or an environmentalist. He mentioned that he didn't regret being a teacher because at least he loves the topic he's teaching so. "Write your observations in your notebook because this will be passed individually."
A hand shot up and we all looked to Naoko, the head brainiac of our class. "Can we work independently given that we are going to be graded individually?"
Not only am I agreeing with her because what she said has a point, I don't like anybody here to be partners with. Partnership equals trust, and I have no confidence on relying on other people.
"You can be partners with Sakura then."
I spluttered. How did I become part of the conversation? I continued to gap at my teacher, asking him with my eyes, what the hell are you doing?
He only grinned at me. "Yes, you two can be partners," he repeated.
I locked gaze with Naoko for a second. We're quite the same: me and Naoko. Both have cold looks present in our eyes; I was almost positive both of us felt shivers down our back as we stared at each other.
"Can I be their partners too?" An excited S.F.'s voice echoed. My teeth clenched.
"Do whatever you want," my teacher said.
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No one talked. Or at least, S.F. tried to get me and Naoko's attention by trying to make a conversation, but since both us girls don't feel like talking, we ignored him until he got the idea that he should just shut up.
It took a long time, but he did.
We all took one object with us to make three: a leaf (my choice); a stone (Naoko's); and a cocoon on a small branch (S.F.).
When we head back to the classroom, I silently went to my desk and write my observations as Naoko and Syaoran did the same.
After several minutes, everyone has returned to their seats.
"Now there's a twist," Mr. Terada announced.
A curse left my lips. I hate surprises.
"You are all going in front, by group, and read all three of your observations. No repetitions of course."
I glanced at Naoko and communicated with her telepathically. I want the leaf.
I get the rock then.
Both of us nodded.
"Hey are you and her talking with your minds?" A whisper flew right to my ear. I turn to a curious S.F.
I shrugged. "I guess you can say that."
"That is so cool!" He grinned. Of course, he was easily excited about absolutely anything. "By the way, I call dibs on the cocoon."
"Alright."
Nothing much was said, and when our turn was up, Naoko, being the all mighty self-proclaimed geek in all her smart glory, was the first one to start.
"We have gathered three objects and I have picked up a stone. A single stone is made up of one of two minerals. Stones are also categorized into three: igneous, sedimentary, and—"
A loud snore made her pause. She shot a cold look at the guy. The guy laughed loudly. From what I remembered, he was her boyfriend.
"—metamorphic."
There was a small pause and it took me a second to figure out that it was my turn to speak. "Mine's a leaf," I decided to start with a bored shrug. "Leaves comes in different colors and shape and strength because some are strong while some are brittle." I heaved a sigh, shaking my head a little. "Just like people, I guess," I muttered silently, more to myself than anything.
"I have a cocoon," S.F. said with a cheeky grin, showing it off. It perked some of my classmate's interest; either because of the cocoon or because of the speaker, I don't bother to care.
"I observed how a cocoon can symbolizes life and people," he started of and I looked at him, confused; everybody did. "It's like...we all went through a moment, a phase, where we just want to stay inside and don't want to let anything go in, right?
"That we sometimes trap ourselves and block everything and wish to push everyone else out, either because we don't want to hurt another person or you don't want to get hurt yourself. Some can stay inside for a while, before they turn out okay and free themselves from those invisible bindings and become a butterfly.
"Some, however, just remained inside their cocoon; forever trapped inside a dark world they created for themselves."
Everyone was silent for a moment; either from shock or by awe. I close my mouth when I realized it was opened.
S.F. looked at me with a wide grin as if silently asking for my approval. At the moment, I moved my gaze away; I didn't know what to respond. If he could say those things in front of class, I wonder how much more will he do when he writes alone...about me?
x.x.
I had dengue. Stage II. I thought I was going to die. Haha.
- DefinitionOfLazy