His Own World
He's not the ordinarily-disturbed college boy who'd hang out with friends, alcohol-filled 'til midnight after school, cut classes, and ditch their professors. His disturbance is much more deeper than that. He goes to school as early as the guards would open the gates. Finishes his home works right away as soon as he gets home. His grades were average. But what others don't see is that his mind flies into a world only he can imagine. He has created a world he can run into if he feels he wanted to go away. A world where he is considered extraordinary and loved. He magnificently translated this world of his into words. But only he knows about this. He won't show it to his sister, nor his mom and dad, who thinks their son has serious social issues. His creation of this transcendental world is always with him, safely placed inside his backpack. At school, being the silent and usually isolated boy as he is, he's being bullied by big, dumbass classmates of his. But even the meanest pranks don't affect him. Simply because he knows he's famous in this other world of his. Until one day, a group of his classmates bullied him and got his backpack which is very much sacred to him. He tried to fight them and save his bag, but he failed. These kids are too big for him. With his body sore, he was forced to give up. He's afraid they'd discover his world. And one by one, they took out everything out of his backpack, mocking him, saying "What do you keep in this bag, what's so important inside it?" And a big brown hardbound book fell. The kids looked at each other, "Oh, Mr. Nice Guy has a diary!" He tried to reach for it, but the kids passed it around like a ball. Again, he failed to save it. One of the bullies opened the book and read, "I've never seen a sky like this one. You only get to see one rainbow at a time, but this one's full of rainbows. Colours spread around the clouds like a big ceiling of canvass. It was surreal. And I was there, standing..." When suddenly, the kid was interrupted by thunderstorms and lightning across the sky. He then dropped the book and they all ran out to save themselves from getting wet under the furious drops of rain. The boy was now alone, his book drenched with rain. But he smiled, kissed his book and whispered, "They heard me."
I believe we all create a world of our own which others cannot fathom. We have imaginary friends only we can ever get to know and call on when we're in need.
I believe we all create a world of our own which others cannot fathom. We have imaginary friends only we can ever get to know and call on when we're in need.
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