I recently had my article published in the school magazine and feeling like a proud mom I thought I would just share this piece with you guys. There was a few mistakes in the school magazine's version due to the editors cuts. So this is the 100% original piece. Enjoy :)
Just One Yesterday
As it’s widely known that , seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours,
hours then will become days to weeks months and even years. But as for Michael , it was not to be.
Michael or as most people call him Mike, lives in an everyday average life like
most of us. The only thing difference is that for every 1 hour lived, would be
converted into prolonged days, as if it was never ending. As you can see,
getting past a day seems quite a task for Mike.
He wasn’t handicapped in anyway. No, Mike came into the world at exactly
7 minutes passed midnight on the eve of Christmas. He never understood why,
although the thought of Christmas always made him tingly all over and leaves his nerves jangled just
before those faithful 7 minutes . Was it excitement of a mere child at the
thought of Christmas or rather was it something more? For years everyone
brushed it off as the latter. It was nothing they said.
Of his 17 years , Mike seemed to be a person of deep
thought. Only to speak when circumstances deemed necessary. It was hard to find
someone who gets his life theories. He wasn’t Einstein for sure but still, it
would have been nice just to have someone to share them with. Most of his classmates
found him bizarre and even a touch of hyper. It was the feeling one gets when
you solve an impossible algebraic question.
But still he did serve his purpose as the class clown. There wasn’t a
thing that couldn’t make those
classmates of him laugh. And in due time they learned to live with him although
never really getting him. What they
didn’t know about Mike was …………. He was capable to imagine things to life.
Was it the gift of Christmas that came with Mike when he was
born? It was a mystery. The unspoken
thoughts of Mike became so full till there was a clog in The System of the
Universe. It needed to be voiced out or it would burst to create an alternate
universe that coexist with reality, forming a worm hole in time. This is
serious. But Mike didn’t know anything about it at all. So until one fine day when The System could
not contain Mike’s Gigantous thoughts anymore, yes you guessed it. It Burst.
There was a tingle in the air, that faithful morning. The
very tingle Mike felt seconds before his birthday. It seemed odd, he just knew
something has changed. The feeling bugged and nagged him no matter how he
brushed it aside. At that very moment itself, there was a knock on the door
‘KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!’
Behold. At his front door stood a girl with exotic turnbull blue locks that
swayed just by the slightest movements, and those doe like grey eyes that
stared straight into one’s soul. The sight was overwhelming. Mike couldn’t
believe it was real. Rather it seemed like something he would imagine only in
his dreams. Unknowingly, Mike Pronounced her name ‘ Cierra’. And a force of
breath hit her straight to the ground.
She was alive.
Being an average teenager, Mike had a very huge problem on
his sleeves then. What is he gona tell his parents? Pulse racing, he covered
Cierra with a table cloth before climbing up the stairs to his parents master
bedroom. Better safe than sorry right?
To his amasement, there was no sign of them and there wasn’t even a
crease on the bed! It was as if no one had set foot into the house. Just to be
sure he headed straight for the kitchen.
Of all the unexpected things to find in the kitchen, there
was a pile of growing butterscotched bread puddings, pancakes drizzled in
caramel floating in mid-air, and a vanilla red velvet milkshake with extra whipped cream all making it’s way to a large dining table. Was it just him or was Mike’s deepest darkest
thoughts coming to life? This was going to be thrilling, or so he thought.
With a new sense of hope Mike was eager to believe it was
the best day of his existence, what with everything he always wished to finally
come true. It must have been the fairy godmother of thoughts that heard his
prayers Mike thought aloud. Everything felt so casual and carefree he didn’t
need to worry at the pedestrians judgemental looks on the way to school.
“Finally. Just Finally things are turning out perfect” Just then he remembered Cierra and that she
was still under the table cloth at the bottom of the stairs. A rush of guilt
washed over him until he felt someone tapping his shoulder. To his surprise. It was her. Shocked and
amazed Mike found he has dropped his jaw. Literally. And Cierra just picked it
up , dusted it and placed it back like a lego piece. This was unusually
bizzare. Even for Mike who holds the title of King Weird.
Sensing the now visible question marks, Cierra opened her
mouth to answer Mike’s curiousity. Her voice though was so melodious, Mike
ended up listening to it rather than her explainations.
Rolling her eyes, Cierra gave another try.
“ welcome Master Mike to Blatanica. Cierra offers her outmost gratitude and
greetings to her creator. Im your best
friend too tell me anything, anything at all!
“
Mike hardly believing all this just gagged and laughed .
“What ? no way hahahaha! You? With that
blue -ish hair ? Who would even trust a blue head with secrets pfft. “
Secretly Mike wished he could take back those words, for with every glance his
approval of Cierra became stronger. Yes. Yes he would definitely trust her with
his secrets. Hell, he could even trust her with his immortality. That is if he
was immortal. But that’s another case. He was smitten by her and yet such
perfections made it imperfectly hard to believe that someone like him could
have thought up someone like her by just pure imagination.
With that Mike’s train of thought suddenly took a life of
its own and went down to China, Cierra was getting impatient. She wanted
acknowledgement. Acceptance. Not previews of the Great wall of China or the
Forbidden city floating in front of her. If so she at least hoped it would have
been Ancient Rome or even Paris.
Cierra stomped her
foot. It was after a few seconds that her left feet disappeared. To Mike’s horror he saw colour drained from
Cierra’s face. “You have to take me seriously. Not leave me hanging like that
to go into another day dream! For every time you brush something as stupid or
ridiculous parts of me fade away. And slowly I would disappear. You created me
at the back of your head remember? LISTEN you have to believe in me. I am real”
Those words were enough to snap Mike back to Cierra. Although a part of her
feet has already disappeared, he realised the urgency of his beliefs. Making up
his mind and that time was too precious, he didn’t know till when he could pour
out his heart to anyone else but Cierra. She who has known him without even
existing before this, must have known him more than himself. It was a leap of
faith, but he decided to take a chance. They headed to an abandoned park nearby
that was closed down due to the toxic gas spill of the underground mines. Mike finally opened his mouth to form speech
“ Im so sorry Cierra, I was too happy.
Too happy to believe that this could happen to me. It has been too long. I’ve
waited and dreamt, wished and hoped every day. But nothing ever happened. It
was till then that I just gave up. So you see I do believe. At least I know deep
down I do. I’ve changed and evolved. I was never like this, a person who
resorted to sarcasm and logic. But the ways of the world have moulded me and I
fear… Im growing into it. I…… wish I could go back… but everyday, it gets
stronger and it pulls me like how gravity pulls everything to the earth’s core.
If only this has happened sooner, no, if only it had happened in the beginning.
I cant stop this…….” And with every word
he spoke, unknowingly Cierra began to fade.
Cierra was aware
of herself. But she said nothing to stop
Mike. It was necessary for him to empty his heart out of all those emotions and
unspoken theories. The System depanded on it. She couldn’t risk meeting Mike
again either as it would only tear the fabric of reality and bring the apocalypse.
And so she let him speak. Mike had never spoken as much in his entire existence
as compared to those hours on the bench. He was so carried away, it felt like
as if time stood still and yet with the ever increasing darkness of twilight,
he couldn’t see Cierra, even though she still replied him in little gestures
like “umms “ and “ ahhs” . Minutes flew past so much faster and it didn’t even
go through the conversion to days. It was in actual minutes, that Mike found
himself resting in the silence of sunrise.
In panic he started scrambling searching for Cierra. She was
probably somewhere around and he will just have to think of her and *poof* she
would be there. Hysteria took over him as he forced his mind to conjure the
image of Cierra. But nothing. Nothing but his throbbing veins and a migraine
that over powered him. In anguish he fell to the ground, only to find a
Turnbull glass mirror next to him. Turnbull. That comforting shade of blue . The
only proof of Cierra’s existence or rather the only Proof of Cierra at all.
Mike clutched it tightly to his chest not caring that the sharp edges cut
through his flesh. As he lay there, words started forming around the glass
mirror. “I will always be there among the stars” With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mike was
changed not knowing Cierra gave up her existence for The System . He wrote his
emotions into music and only those who were patient could hear their secrets
held within.
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