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Nothing about the word "lecture" is appealing.
Friday, February 13, 2009 @ 10:24 PM
Affirmation of the day:
Take pleasure in what is not done.Before you anticipate the 3rd chapter, please be mindful of lectures. Well, somebody, i'm not pointing out who, was blind enough to not comprehend the line between 'done' and 'halfway done'.
I personally feel that if someone is 'done' or 'halfway done', it goes to show that someone has put in the effort to accomplish something. And, they at least, have tried enough to be given credit. @@ okays, enough ranting.
&joy.3. CoincidenceCoincidence is god’s way of staying anonymous.
"If you do something once, people will call it an accident. If you do it twice, they call it a coincidence. But do it a third time and you've just proven a natural law."
-Grace Hopper
“Bro, are you coming down?” Rick, my dorm-mate called out from downstairs. “Lava’s waiting!”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute,” I hollered.
Rummaging in the drawer for a shirt, something I had long forgotten sought the attention of my eye. It was the only asset I possessed from my missing parents- a pearl attached to a black chain. Without realizing what I was doing, I slipped it over my head and headed down.
“What took you so long?” Lava enquired impatiently. His eyes widened when he caught up with me.
“Cool neck chain!” he exclaimed.
“Thanks.” I replied, not really interested in keeping up the conversation. The walk to school was relatively silent when my mind wandered off. Lava, finding something was amiss, was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
When we trudged into the school compound, everyone was either whispering excitedly to each other or casting furtive glances towards the direction of the cafeteria.
Following their gazes, I turned to see what the commotion was about. There, standing as still as statues, in the middle of the cafeteria, was Aquarelle, and six others that mirrored her.
For one, they all had the same bluish green eyes. Eyes that possessed such astonishing depth that one would wonder if you ever got lost in it. Their hair was of different hues, and they struck poses that even a passer-by would recognize as what an average student was not. They seemed to have walked out of a commercial ad. I could easily recognize them by their trademark-each one carried a surfboard that had complicated inscriptions, similar to the one Aquarelle had.
What was instantly shocking was the fact that they made triplets, three pairs of identical twins. Two pairs were females and the other was male. The oldest ones seemed to be Aquamarine and her pair. Then, it came the guys. They were a lot younger and they seemed to be a year or two older than me. One of them was lanky and had multiple piercings. He had a shark-shaped tattoo snaking down the entire length of his arm. The other was shorter and demure-looking. What contrasted starkly was the scar on his eyebrow, which seemed to reveal his dark experiences and once again, reminded me not to judge one by its cover. The last pair seemed a year younger than Aquarelle herself. Both had short, clipped hair and small , bright eyes. Their eyes glittered when they blinked and both wore huge, dangling seashell earrings.
As my eyes travelled across the group, I detected a sudden movement from Aquarelle. She was inspecting me through narrowed eyes, looking at me cautiously. I tried to ignore her stare, carefully hiding my burning curiosity under a composed poker face. Lava must have caught on my pretense, and he was more than happy to engage me in what I thought was aimless small talk. While we headed to our lockers, I sensed Aquarelle moving away from the group. She closed the distance between us so quickly that she was only one foot away by the time I could react. Lava gaped, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of us. He seemed to be at a loss of words and backed away quietly when he noticed the intensity of our staring.
This time, it was not a one-sided affair. I was not the only one staring. Aquarelle was looking back at me. No, she was gawking. Her eyes were huge saucers and they looked like they were glistening.
“Where did that come from?” She croaked, her face a mixture of bewilderment and amazement, as she lifted a finger to my neck.
“Where did what come from? If you’re trying to patronize me, give it up. It’s not going to work unless you try harder,” I snarled as I shifted to the side, taking in her salty scent.
I inhaled deeply, trying not to be too obvious. She smelled of the sea, sand and home. Where had that come from? I shook the train of thought away, refocusing on what she wanted from me.
“That collar. No, that dog chain. No, I meant the necklace you‘re wearing around your neck.” Aquarelle stumbled on her words, sounding nervous. Her voice went an octave higher. She fidgeted and twirled a strand of her hair as she grimaced.
“This?” Realizing that she was referring to the neck chain Lava had complimented earlier, I slung it off my neck and handed it to her. “You can have it if you like it,” I mumbled. What was so nice about it anyway? My parents were never around to tell me its significance. Giving it away would not hurt.
Aquarelle gave me a look of pure shock. She looked like she had not predicted such a reaction from me. Apparently shaken by my generosity, she grasped the neck chain in disbelief.
“You don’t know how much this means to me,” she uttered incoherently.
I stared at her, astounded. Was there a relationship between her and this insignificant neck chain? “What do you mean?” I murmured, my face inching towards hers. She looked like she could not quite comprehend what I had just said.
Then, she looked back at me and mouthed the word ‘come’.
***
“Where are you taking me?” I barked at her. She was becoming weirder and understanding her seemed impossible.
She paid no attention to what I said, beckoning me to follow her in silence. I shrugged and tailed her. She stepped out of the school compound, taking a shortcut through the back gate and out into the rocky cliffs. I had not known what lay behind the school. Now, I knew.
The cliffs led out into the sea. This was a part of the beach, untouched. It formed myriads of sea caves, tunneling in and out. Aquarelle knew her way. I, knowing there was a high possibility of getting lost, followed her every step closely. She climbed with agility, stepping over stones and jumping over jagged rocks. It was an arduous journey which I regretted taking. The trek got more and more tiring, what with me constantly slipping on the slimy and slippery rocks and the on-coming tide threatening to flood the caves.
“Here we are,” she whispered. We were in a cave. It was damp and moist and beads of perspiration trickled down the sides of my face. I was drenched from head to toe as my eyes adjusted to the dimness. Little light illuminated from the entrance and I fumed at the absurd idea of her bringing me here.
“If you’re playing a trick on me, it worked,” I said, annoyed, my face livid. She was so unpredictable. I could hear water oozing out from the overhanging in the cave and the drip-drop of water droplets. Murky water seeped into my canvas shoes as I squelched my way through, deeper into the cave where I could barely make out she was. The water came up to as high as my waist.
“I just want to show you this,” she said.
“Show me what?” I demanded. My jaw dropped open. I was momentarily stunned when I saw what she meant.
She was submerged in the water. Her hair dropped forward, veiling her face. Yet, there it was. The flaw in the picture could not escape my observant eyes. It was distinct and well-defined, even in the shadows. I stared and stared, flabbergasted.
Her lower torso was unmistakably, a tail.
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