First Impression

That night, I couldn’t sleep well until midnight; perhaps I was anxious, too anxious about those upcoming events on tomorrow. I wanted things to be flawless, as I am entering a co-ed school, in this new neighbourhood.

At the break of dawn, even though I was fifteen minutes early, I have started rushing things up. Soon after I threw down a quick breakfast of cereal which mom has prepared, I started my journey.

Mom wishes me good luck. She cuddled me tightly for a few seconds, walked me to the gate then waved goodbye. The ground was wet and there were puddles with mud along the entire path, due to last night’s pouring. I reminded myself to be extra cautious and sometimes tip-toed to avoid stepping on the muddy water.

As I toddled to the bus stop, across the road, I can see that many commuters have already started their early journey. The weather was still murky. I got agitated by the stuffiness and the uneasy dampness on the seat and aisle on the six twenty bus I was ridding. The bus was, in fact, very packed with commuters of all sorts. Just imaged, I was swaying sideways and almost hitting strangers standing next to me when the driver stomp his feet on the brake paddle at the zebra-crossing.

(to be continued)