a plan

I’ve got a plan.

I caught on early- school is useless.

After school was an empty void.

I needed to leave. As soon as possible.

“I’ve got a plan,” I assured anybody who asked me what I’ll make out of my future.

After planning for six months, I decided to take action.

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The bell rang, as usual, the same old ring after every period. Oddly, it played out a bit longer. I was sure it was the last school bell I heard.

I got up, clutching the small knapsack. I glanced at my school bag. I didn’t need it. All that stuff in there didn’t matter to me anymore.

“You bunking class? Imma tag along. Not really in the mood to do history today.”

I stared blankly at the person in front of me. If it had been a day before, I would’ve agreed and gone out to buy some snacks at the cafeteria. But not today. From today on, this person didn’t matter to me.

“No. Some teacher called me. Can’t bunk.”

The person believed it. Without a doubt.

I moved on.

The reception was a congested low-roofed room, with furniture and air conditioners filling up half of it.

My claustrophobia acted up every time I went in there, and the air conditioners were no help for the stuffiness I felt.

Besides the reception gate was a tiny one. A small washroom, which I doubt has ever been used. I felt myself throwing up at the thought of touching the handle. The number of germs on it would be innumerable.

I had decided to keep a box of gloves, but it was packed away somewhere else.

I took out my clothes and used the knapsack to open the door without coming in contact with it.

I really hated that freak inside me.

I took out my phone from my pocket and threw away the uniform on one of the shelves without giving it a single look.

I stepped out, as a completely new person. Nobody saw me enter. Nobody will see me leave.

I took out my phone and put it up to my ear. This would work if nobody paid enough attention.

I went inside the reception.

“Oh, yeah mom I’m coming back. I met almost all of my old teachers from high school!” I forced a smile while looking at the people staring at me.

They didn’t mind. It wasn’t a rare scenario for them.

Funny how height and way of speech can affect how people see your age as.

Now came the obstacle of exiting the gate.

I put my phone on my ear again, “Yeah, I’ve called a taxi, I need to leave for my part-time job.”

The guard eyed me suspiciously and even contemplated stopping me from what I could gather.

But he didn’t say a word.

I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. I had done it. I had escaped mid-school. While doing the bare minimum.

I walked to the nearest bus station, catching a bus which led me to my home- an hour from my school.

During the ride, I examined my phone. I would soon be discarding it. My heart told me to not let it go, to remove all connections to this life but not throw it away. My head knew I would find ways to get back to them.

I gripped it in anger and opened the window for some fresh air.

Fresh air, my ass. The same old vehicle horns blared as the bus moved at the speed of a snail.

Enough is enough.

I threw my phone out of the window. It crushed under a massive car, whose driver probably didn’t even notice anything.

It felt good.

Standing outside the gate of my apartment, I took a deep breath at it and the key in my hand. My family won’t be back until two or so, so there wasn’t a problem.

I went inside my bedroom, and stared at my bookshelf. All those books I've read, all that attachment to them... After some last-minute contemplation, I took just one.

The picture stuck with tape on the corner of the shelf caught my eye. The only picture I had with my best friends. I wondered how they both would react to this. I spent most of my time with them, yet they had no idea of this.

I looked at the travel bag stuffed and hidden under my bed. It was time to go. I left the three-page note, neatly written and stapled, on the dining table. Hopefully, it’ll be too late by the time someone reads it.

I sat in another bus this time, with a copy of Kafka on the Shore. It was going to be a long, long ride.

Where I was going, there’ll be nothing but peace, tranquillity, and solitude.

IM GONNA SHIT MY PANTS HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN???????????? SIXM ONTHS??????????????????????????????/// IVE LOST MY HABIT OMG

anyways i wrote this bc i got a dream one day that i did this and omg