The scent of hermatan was unwelcome, the air was dry, appalling brown dust floated in the air settling everywhere creating a dirty dusty view ; all of this was accompanied by the blistering heat of the beating sun, yet people still scrambled to their daily activity, it was resumption season and the school gate was open, its vibrant self expectantly busy, the hustles and bustles at first sight; displayed simply ordinary to most people, but to sola his dreams were becoming reality, he had surreal happiness, no matter how lucid everything appeared to be, he still would hope no one pinched him awake. It clearly wasn’t a dream, this all beat his imagination.
He oozed his freshness and with his new hair cut, confidence wasn’t lacking all of this took his mind afloat taking adventurous journey of taming the beast : His destiny!
He had done so much work to get to this position he read almost incessantly, and people worried about him, to most guys his age ,he was different, that was his mothers words, she looked at him reading in the little makeshift study he built for himself in front of his house just before the burglary proof gate, keeping his head rested on the bar , his head dutifully buried on his books she had that ebullient sting that showed that she had been calling him but could not do anything to him because he was reading, in that moment. Agitated wanting to swear at him squeezed her mouth but held herself back she was a dog on leash and this dog would hold itself back, she yelled “you are different” . he now was opening a new chapter to his life, all of that raunchy moments with his family would stop now, he had his freedom. His goals now were so close he could touch them, there was no space for the docile deuce of languor.
And even though the suns heats wrinkled everyone’s faces into a grump, the excitement refused to seize, he was in a high, even the sun would not tame him down .
He was beginning to fold now, his eyes were pressed into the window gazing out to sense his surreal dream fall into an imaginary pit of unimaginable depth , and all of that left him languishing in awe-inspired intimidation, he now could feel the heat under his t-shirt and would try to shake them out to no avail, he sweated profusely, in the bus the girl by his side would now try to avoid contact, afterall ‘ebola’
The faculty building stretched tall , he saw himself small and insignificant frozen as he stared at the roof , he was walking on thin thread but, he did find a way to summon courage his only engine driving him