Mourir (GOT7 One-shot)

mourir

The airplane that flew magnificently high above in the sky was illuminated by the gentle golden rays of the sun.

I was in the room. The teacher was discussing about plate tectonics over and over again. My other classmates feigned attentiveness and were actually daydreaming about who knows what. The orange and brown leaves fell from the majestic tree that stood just outside the building. The autumn wind was knocking on the window, aching to bring the whole class to shivers.

To some, it may seem like another mundane autumn day but to me, it wasn't. Everyday wasn't the same for me. Every day was another day of burden piling up on my shoulders. Every day was another day knowing that life has nothing good in store for me and the other problematic people in the world. Every day was another day I had to force myself to get up and do my usual routine.

I forced yourself to listen to the teacher but I knew that you just couldn't. Part of me told your brain to listen to the teacher because I needed to reach everyone's expectations but another part of me told my brain that I didn't need to listen to the teacher discuss a topic I didn't even need for my "dream job" and that I could just sleep through it. It was paradoxical and I hated it.

I wasn't the smartest – I was just hard-working. I just wanted to reach my parent's expectations that absurdly rose higher and higher every school year. I was someone who had a quite weak memory that became one of the main hindrances to why I couldn't ace an exam. Stress was the outcome and it was eating me slowly but painfully.

School was becoming a drag.

I decided to try to listen instead but still ended up failing to do so and I nearly gave in to your sleepiness. By that time, almost everyone was either asleep or they were a second close to it. I wasn't blaming the teacher but rather, I were blaming the people who told the teachers to do this and do that saying that "everything is a preparation for your future". Preparation my ass, I would think every time they'd say that. Who'd even put plate tectonics or even algebra to use when you're a doctor or a software engineer or a stewardess? Who even uses trigonometry in a hospital or an airport? It wasn't that I hated those subjects but rather thought of it more as a waste of time.

Why waste time on learning stuff you wouldn't really need in the future when you could start learning the basics of your future job?

But then again, I knew that whatever we about were learning was beneficial to our knowledge and to us deciding what we want to be in the future. Knowledge was of high importance in this world, I knew this well.

I checked your watch, a minute more before the next subject. Just then, our teacher decided to end the discussion there and bid the class bye before going to another class. Luckily, the next subject was one of my favorites – English literature. It helped me escape reality and into a world with buildings made from words and ideas formed together artistically. It was something like my very own haven except for the fact that the teacher didn't quite like me.

I liked the subject, I liked the teacher but she didn't like me back. Whenever she would ask a question and I would raise my hand, she'd ignore me and call my other classmate who already reached the highest mark on recitation to say the answer. When I'm given a chance to recite, she'd totally reject my answer and would sometimes tell me to say it differently or something like that. It wasn't fair and I started to hate her attitude for it. I'd think it was a waste since she was so good in teaching the subject.

She entered the room and everyone greeted her. She opened a new lesson about English or American books. She named a few popular ones like the ones written by John Green, Jenny Han, Jay Asher, Tolkien, and the sort. It was one of the discussions I waited for the most since I absolutely loved reading books whether its origin is America or any other country as long as I understood whatever was written. Reading books was one of my outputs and no one could separate you from it.