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"How was today?" Mum asked me as she irons my pink T-shirt. I opened the fridge brusquely and grab the orang juice carton by my hand. Then with a soft thump, I landed it on the white counter. Turning to mum while also turning the cover of the carton, I absent-mindedly answered her. "Fine."
She didn't ask any further, but she nodded her head.
"I'm going to the park," I informed and gurgled the intents of the carton. And by the word PARK on a schoolday, I think I've hinted my mum enough that fine, wasn't exactly fine.
"Come back before dinner."
Don't bother me.
Walking fast and my arms swinging, I reached the front door. I slipped on a pair of Roxy's and open the door, close it, and sat on my Nexus Bicycle 007. The park was only 2 minutes away, but I raced myself and reached there in about 10 seconds.
The wind caressed my face softly as I parked my bicycle under a tree, willowing with the wind too. I pulled the scrunchy off my hair, and my hair went wild, smothering my face. I pulled it over my ear and grabbed a seat on a green swing. A few people were there, 2 kids and 2 maids. The maids were talking animatedly and one held on to two cell phones.
Obviously, they weren't supposed to even own one.
The kids - both boys - were at the far corner, oblivious to my presence. They were softly swinging, too, and one boy had a fake gun, shooting like he was James Bond. Or James Bond's mini replica, minus the good looks and the cussing.
My palms grabbed the swing's ropes, and I, too, swung gently. The boys' chattering were not heard clearly by me, but I heard them anyway. The boy with the mushroom head said to his friend - a smaller boy that was wearing lime-yellow singlet - "I shoot you,you die." and he pointed his gun at him while Small Boy is at mid-swing.
Small Boy didn't die, though. He kept swinging.
Boy With The Gun just laughed, and Small Boy looked away, not comprehending the humour of it all.
In a flash, they were off the swing and were laughing together about something that I don't think is funny.
These are the antics of kids, and they love it.
They could bicker in a minute, and love each other the next.
If only we could all be like this, growing up wouldn't be such a pain in the neck. The maids were talking about their boyfriends and one among the two jumped up and down, going, "AaaaaAaah!"
I just looked on. She looked at me too, and I knew I was to look away, but I couldn't stop myself. There was nothing much to look, but maybe because I didn't know what else I could do.
She turned her attention back to her friend. And I sat there, swinging.
Okay, today wasn't that bad.
Until I came back home and heard firsthand that Adam Lambert has officially declared to his fans in the Rolling Stones magazine that he is gay. How crushing, really.
I guess life is unfair, anyway.
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