just a scar

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Just Memories
It was the welcome heat of sun that beautifies my mornings every time I awake.

In my room, my window is faced where the sun mount. Every time I fall to sleep I let the window be opened so that in the next morning the sun will wake me up. Then, followed by a voice of my mother that is good melody to my ear saying, ?Good morning sleepyhead. Did I wake you up? You can sleep back if you want.? Of course a reverse psychology that works on me. If you ask over me why, duh? Who can?t be mesmerized on this? My moms reverse psychology always works on me! Sometimes, I?ve feel being cheated by my mom of doing this one. So unfair! I thought the justice will prevail! So much for my tantrums to my mom, let?s leave it this way; mother knows best!
The sturdy heats of the sun that is what I liked most in my whole life. I liked fire. I like heat. I like warm places. The rise and set views of the sun are delightful in my eyes. Fairly, Bella Swan-Cullen and I would be friends if we?ll meet each other. Honestly, I want to try the fire dance. Aside from the fact that I?m a good dancer (wow!), I want to hold a fire (hahaha). Of course I extreme dislike water and all kinds of wet. I hate being soaked in a pool if there is a pool-side party (but I do take a bath anyway). I don?t even appreciate a rain (peace to the farmers). When I was a kid my mom won?t allow me to play outside if it is raining. But my playmates in other house are allowed by their moms to play outside even if it rains! And for me it symbolizes tears, and I hate crying, moaning, and snuffling!
And similar to the other day, a beautiful morning greeted me. I hurriedly take a bath with freezing water. Sucks water is never been good to me in any ways. Then I get dressed. Eat my breakfast and went out to go to school.
It is a big day for me today. It is the Division Contest of SciDama School Affair. I relaxed for while and took a deep breath. I was in a suspicion if I can make it, if I can shoot and get the gold medal. But with the supremacy support of my family, friends, teachers, colleagues, and coaches I will make it!
I am Mia Velara at 16 years of existence, a fourth year high school student of Garcia Sr.. I am the representative of our school for the School SciDama Competition. I?ve been a player since second year high school and always bring home the beacon.
As I walked along the street to reach our school, I felt unusual. As if something hideous thing will happen. I can?t even portray any smile on my lips. As if all the confidence I have immediately moved out. Honestly, I feel scrawny today. I feel something heavy was inside me. But I disregarded the sensation and continue walking until I reached our School. Maybe I was being agitated in the battle. That?s what I assume at all. But my friends and classmates feel the tension too. They kept on asking if I?m okay, if I?m nervous in the march or afraid to my opponents. They say I should not worry in my games, for they know that I can flip them all. And they guess that it will be a ?bloodshed? battle which burst me into chuckle!
As the time of the competition comes, players are called to be in the playing room. I recited a silent prayer for my guidance in the play and for my indefinable feeling. I toss down my opponents in the two consecutive matches. After having an hour break time for refreshment, the next opponent of mine was not yet there. Then I was proclaimed winner for 3rd time in the absences of my opponent. After a minute or two my lose challenger arrived. The facilitator asked why she was late. She answered that she was having a difficulty in the street, for there is a big blaze of fire. She was really upset in the big fire and cared not in her lost play.
I asked her where is the specific street that caught by the big fire. She told me it was near in the Leon Garcia St., and then slowly cited the happenings she witnessed. As she was talking, my phone beeps.
Oh! My mother is calling. As I answered my phone I heard her cry. She was hyperventilating, ?Mia? Mia! Where are you? Oh my, sweetheart our house is burning. It was caught and crooked into ashes by the big fire! God! Don?t go home here sweetheart. Drop at your Aunt?s house your siblings are there too.? Then the line was cut off.
I was stunned! I want to cry but I can?t. I want to shout and run and run. But my knees turned into jelly, that I feel I am going to collapse. I need air to breathe. I need water to calm me down. I felt hot at that time. I felt something I can?t explain. I felt like I want to vomit. My hands are cold. The girl at my side was asking if I am okay. ?You look pale?, she added. Am I going to faint? Do I look sick?
My head was spinning fast! Until, I found myself ridding to our home. Where, the paraphernalia of the big fire was still there: Destroyed houses, sobbing of the children, hopeless expressions of my neighbors, and ashes of our house.
I walked in the side of our house. Oh my, mind-boggling! It was just this early morning our house is at this juncture, and now it was gone. Our valuable things vanished in the air. Our things that so called ?riches? nowhere to be found. Any single dress of mine I?ve never seen. Even a single clothe of our underwear departed. Constant single coin from my piggy bank diminished.
I can?t hear the laughter of my neighbors neither the giggles of my cousins. All these things were destroyed by the fire. Oh yeah! My worthless fire! That I adore most in my entire life. The one as a say, only one that made me smile. On my entire life, I focused to this particular thing. I thought it was my friend and the one:
Who listens to my murmurs and my tantrums above in the attic?
Who understand me in my bitter life?
The one, who comforts me, warms me when I?m cold, dried my tears when I?m crying.
And lo! Those are just innocent thought and imaginations of a child like me.
How long I?ve been immature?
Does this being immature of mine destroy my good mentality?
What a mess! The beauty of fire can be deceiving too.
As I saw my classmates who are sobbing too, I remembered my ongoing game. But I don?t think it central that time; essential as my concerned to my mother who is still crying and consoled by my relatives. Oh, my poor mother. She works hard to make our house beautiful in long months. But just a snap of a finger it was all ashes.
Hermione tapped my shoulder and said, ?I know it is hard to believe. It is all real. The valued fire you?d love before destroyed your properties. The fire betrayed you for good. It left a big spot of ache to all. Leave a big chaos to be cleaned. But at least it doesn?t toke a life in any of you here. That?s the most noteworthy.? I smiled, she was right. But we have to work hard again and again to restore our house and purchase the appliances we?ve lost. Especially my mother, she had to double her work to keep up our studies plus to buy us some new clothes. Because, all personal things that we have, included in the ashes. I only have a piece of uniform that I?m wearing today. Nothing more, nothing less.
?How?s your game anyway?? she asked. When she saw my sour smile, she scolded me.
?What happened to the game Mia? Did you left your game unfinished? Mia?! Are you out of your self? It is your opportunity for your tertiary study!?
I answered her, ?When I heard the cry of my mother on the phone Hermione, I never think of the game anymore. I was surprised. Totally shocked and upset! I left the game with two unfinished matches.?
?You should have controlled your emotion. It was a big game Mia, the big and last game for your scholarship. Why did you risk it?? she asked.
?Don?t you get it Hermione? I care not about the game; I care not about the scholarship, studies and any matches! All I?m concerned now is my mother?my siblings. Where we will go now? We don?t have a house?anymore. It?s game over for us. We have to go back and start again,? I sobbed. ?Those reckless people who are the master mind of the fire are bullshit Hermione! Such an asshole! They don?t have concerned to those people who are affected. What about those firemen? Did they take their duty seriously? Why is the world full of idiots?! They?re such a moron! More than a moron an imbecile! Do they have any idea that many innocent will be?ah!?
She nodded and gave me a big hug then whisper, ?Shh, shh its okay. It?s an accident.?
?There?s no thing such as accident Hermione!?
?I understand you and I can?t blame you either. But Mia no one wants it this way. Nobody dares to put you of this chaos. Be strong Mia, be strong??
Mia, wake up! Mia!? my long time friend Hermione tapped me.
?What?? I asked her. It?s been five years since the event of big fire. I belong now to one of the most prestigious journalist in the country at the age of twenty-two. As they say I am Mia Velara, the prominent writer and the most eligible bachelorette in town, which is self flattering.
?Oh! Common Mia! Don?t tell me you forget to pass your write ups which deadline is three o?clock in this afternoon? My God! Where the hell of thinking you are? You?re a scrap writer in Sophia Magazine. You?re always sleeping. You?re such a sleepyhead.? she scowled at me.
?Do you have of Fortune Telling in your bloodline? It?s a good business to you. Maybe a sideline job, so that you can?t pest me in a little hour of my rest time.? I answered back.
?Mia!? she shouted and pinched my cheeks. ?Work now lady if you want be in the Most admirable Writer in Sophia Magazine, let me remind you that someone envies your position and want to do everything to kick you out in your throne.?
?Whoa! The threats look so scary!? I responded. ?Okay I?ll write! If you remove your fingers from my beautiful cheeks I?ll start to write now.? I pleaded.
?Hermione it hurts!? I complained.
?Oh! Really?? she asked innocently.
?My cheeks are not callous as your cheeks. So be considerate.? my humor respond.
?Do you want more pinches?? she sound so provoked. ?Write now! Anyways, what was your dream? Are you having those memories again in your dreams??
?Those old stories again.?
?What? Ahhh Mia, I?ve changed my mind. Maybe you really need some rest, a serious rest that no ones bug you here. And don?t worry honey I?ll watch those ambitious mammal who wants to devastate you. So, I should evacuate this palace of yours now and leave you to get a siesta.? Now, she sounded so concerned.
?Nah! Hermione it?s only a pockmark anymore. It never aches for the past five years and until today. I?m okay now, I?m totally awake. And full charge to write. You can stay here but be quiet because I only have one hour and thirty minutes to write. Besides I?m tougher than you think. Hello! I?m twenty-two years young! I can manage my ways. And always commit to memory that whatever happened ago will never hurt me now. Perhaps, the pain fades away. It?s just?just memories.? I entirely explained.
?You are really Mia Velara! The strongest competitor I?ve met. You?re right it?s just a mark of memories??
?Categorically, a scar of memories??I sighed and we both laugh.


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