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20050826 : 6:53 PM
it's all been a blurry haze ever since Dory moved on. here's my version of that day's events.. i remember that Finchan was called out first, during math. i was quite worried then, as she had been quite.. disturbed when we heard during recess that Dory had collapsed, even sniffling a little and wiping her eyes. i have to say, it nagged at me, because she rarely teared. later, she was called out, and we went for some stupid boring silly talk from a supposedly old acquaintance Sargeant Dominic. idiote. the next thing i knew, Joash motioned for me to go out of the hall, with my belongings. that was not a pleasant experience, having to stride out in the midst of a police talk with hundreds of eyes following you, and whispers of nasty guesses as to what had befallen me flitting through all those minds. in fact, the very same thoughts were drifting through my head, and i was racking my brain trying to find out if i had done anything terribly wrong. miss yeo was standing outside, waiting for me, a half-smile playing around her lips. i relaxed a little, for i thought if she didnt seem upset it was a good sign. a bad mistake. but a sickening lurch began in my stomach when people like Au, Sakura and Slimy appeared. the only thing we all had in common at the moment was Dory. She led us down, cahtting away, while Au and I fought urges to pepper her with questions, and the topic we floundered for was Dory. Yeoyo seemed perfectly alright to be taking about her, so i let down my guard. another bad mistake. we halted at the stairs near the genereal office, where she turned and faced us. out of the corner of my eye i saw Finchan descending the stairs, and her white face, but my attention was on Yeoyo. she gazed at us assessingly, and i popped the question. "is it Dory? it is, isn't it?" i couldn't help it, my nerves were frizzled enough. Yeoyo could only cast a sympathetic glance and murmur softly. "yes. i'm sorry, but she has passed on." i swear my heart stopped for a second. the aftermath of being dealt such a tremendous blow was numbing. i couldn't think for a few seconds. the blood rushed to my head and i gasped, tears welling up in my eyes. yes, yes, i cried. i was blindly escorted to the general office along with the others who were crying too, and we walked in to a room where the 3f classmates were blearily rubbing their swollen eyes and sniffling. of course, the devastating truth that this was real just made more fresh tears come. i reckon me and Finchan and Au just sat there crying for about an hour, just wanting to cry out our grief and pain and sorrow. just wanting to be alone, just wanting to face the facts but not able to. i can't believe she's gone. i really can't/ Dory was my first ever friend in Fairfield. she was full of spunk, full of life, full of energy. her physical disability never stopped her from having fun. why did she have to start playing with the ball? was it bcuz she wanted to die doing something she wanted to do so much? it had never occurred to me that she might have wanted to be able to run, sprint, jump as normally as any of us. indeed, i had always thought she enjoyed having a permanent mc. the next few days were torture. it was hell getting through lessons bcuz half the time i wasn't paying attention, and half the time i was wallowing in my grief. i want her so badly to come back. |
the round one.
Just your average human specimen wanting to be something more. Also has an absurd fondness for potatoes and shoes, among other things.
what i want.
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