Chapter 2: A What?
What a wonderful Sunday afternoon. I'd like to refer to Sundays as "Lazy Sundays," since this is the time when people don't have work or school. The day where humans interact and spend some quality time together. Since I have Saturday classes, Sundays are extra special to me.
Most people refer to Sundays as the "last day of the week," which is wrong. Originally, the first day of the week in a calendar derived from Hellenistic astrology, is Sunday (which is named after the Sun). There is also this song associated with Sundays. It's entitled "Gloomy Sunday" or "The Hungarian Suicide Song." Urban Myths say that people commit suicide after listening to this song. Creepy.
I am currently in my favorite park, on my favorite spot, and drinking my favorite drink, iced coffee.
We've moved to this town ten years ago, I was just eight back then. And the first thing I noticed on the way here was this park. At first glance, it just looks like your typical small town park with trees, skateboard railings, and cement seats. But one thing unique on this park is this one slenderman-looking tree on the far left side of the park. It is the only tree on that part of the park. You won't really see it if you don't walk far enough. Despite the large amount of people hanging out on this park, you won't ever see a single person sitting underneath that tree. pfft, pussies. I was once intimidated by that tree, but it turned out to be a very comfortable spot.
I come here often to escape the pressure of the real world. But today? Today's different. I'm here thinking about Jay and my non-existent more-than-a-friend love for him. It feels like it was just yesterday when he confessed his love for me. Well, technically it IS yesterday. But the memory feels fresh, like it was just five minutes ago. I don't think I am capable of loving Jay. I don't think I am capable of love at all.
I am thinking about this too much. I have all the time in the world to think, it's not like the world is going to end any time soon, right?
As I swim around on my pool of thoughts, I can't help but overhear the conversation between these two girls. I mean, who wouldn't?
"Really?! Your boyfriend sent you that?!" The orange head said as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Yah gurl! He even told me he'd go here just to see me on his birthday, and I have the perfect gift for him! hihihihi." The blonde girl replied with the same energy, blushing while covering her mouth. ew
"OMG!!! Don't tell me you're giving him the V card like I did last year!?"
Oh boy, these two have the loudest and most irritating voices I ever heard. Their laugh sounds like a fork being scratched on a chalk board. And they laugh a lot too. Plus, they have this "mean girl" accent that I can't stand. Both are sitting far away from me. How come I can still hear them loud and clear? Did they just swallowed a megaphone or something?
Based on how they look, I can tell that these two are just about my age. The salon-blonde girl is wearing a neon pink tube top that barely covered anything, I don't think it's a top, it's more of a band-aid for the nipples, paired with some short-short-shorts, that once again, barely covered anything. And the other girl with neon orange hair is wearing the same top, but in white paired with an orange mini skirt, and when I say mini, it IS very mini. Both are wearing killer high heel boots, goodluck in walking on grass with those things. If I wore something like that on our house, I'd be kicked out as soon as my parents saw me.
I decided to just ignore the constant squealing and irritating laughs on the background and continue swimming on my own thoughts. What was I thinking about? Oh right, Jay--
"What?! You're not a virgin anymore?! Gurl I'm so proud of yaaaaa. So is he coming back for your birthday party?!" Her tone of voice came from energetic, to fake-energy vibes real quick, oops someone is salty. Oh and by the way, no one cares about your virginity orange-headed human. Please stop screaming about it.
"Here's the thing, he won't be coming here from Italy this year. He said there's a complete lockdown on their country. No one's allowed to fly in or out." This just caught my attention. Finally, something interesting.
"OMG! You should break up with him! He's definitely making an excuse, he's cheating on you gurl! That's the problem with long distance relationships-" I smell some brainwashing in the air all of a sudden. She's definitely just jealous because she's still a virgin and her friend is not, pathetic.
"He's not cheating okay! He showed me a screenshot of their local news." The orange-headed girl said. I think I'm just gonna call her traffic cone, since she reminds me of one. pfft.
The traffic cone girl handed the blonde girl her phone, I'm just gonna call the blond one Tiffany, since she looks like a Tiffany. And being the curious cat that I am, I can't help but take a peek on that phone. Just a sneak peek, that doesn't make me a privacy invader, right? Since we're both sitting on a slope-like type of land, and I am on the higher ground, I can easily see the top part of the screen, the rest is covered by Tiffany's large head. With my poor eyesight and slow reading comprehension, the only thing I saw is the title of the article: "Unknown Airborne Virus: Death Rate Over a Million as of April, 2020"
"OMG! A virus? That like, kills people?! That's definitely fake, like it came from a sci-fi movie or something! It can be photoshopped you know, or-" well, looks like somebody is still trying to brainwash somebody.
"What the heck Carly! It's true, okay? He also sent me links from their local news, to update me and stuff." Ooh, so her name's Carly.
Why am I listening to these two girl's nonsense conversation anyway? The only thing interesting on their whole conversation is this virus that kills people. Wait--
A what?