Class President

Class President

Do you…me?

I know this is …but…wake up..

~.~✮⋆˙

It was a normal afternoon. The lunch bell sounded a little over thirty minutes ago resulting in an empty classroom, all except for one. 

The class president of Room 12-Bani lay sprawled on her desk, staring hazily at the front. After what felt like a minute, she slowly stood straight, her back touching the chair. She continued to daze steadily before looking towards the window. 

The scenery outside was of a calm sky, its pink glow looking out of place to its perpetual golden hue at this time of the day. Faint streaks of light were cast on the window from the afternoon sun. No wind passed by for a time. 

The class president blinked her eyes, feeling like she's not yet awake from the accidental nap that she did not know how she took. She looked at the clock in the front of the room and tilted her head upon contemplation.

There really are just some events in life that make people feel a little...estranged. Some little things that will be forgotten at the peak of one's life but once experienced, will change the way you think about life

 Like waking up in the middle of the night, at the height of twilight or having a nap you didn't even know you took.

In any case, the nap was like a year-long fantastical dream so the blushing sky does not confuse her. More than that, the sudden occurrence of a dream after years of uneventful nights is more puzzling.

On the day she visited the grand estate on top of the mountain, she has never dreamt again. It's just that she never really looked for the reason why. Not that it mattered to her whether she dreamt or not anyway.

But, she did think it may be due to the whole experience which was very queer itself. 

Maybe it was the way up the mountain which was quite confusing, each road having two different paths with lamps on the side turned on even with the sun high up in the sky. She was also advised by her uncle to take breaks and evaluate her route every two turns before continuing.

Moreover, despite the forests being home to indigenous species who are in need of protection, a mansion (albeit built with sustainable infrastructure) was somehow approved to be built on top of it. Her uncle and the governor should not be the kind of people who would conduct monetary transactions, right?

Come to think of it, the sky back then also looked peculiar. It was too white and empty in a good way, like the sky was purely lit up by a single powerful high-watt bulb. However, the sun was still very much, again, high up in the sky.

Those were only some of the weird things that happened during the day but it was already quite odd. It would not be quite a stretch to say that, for her, the first trip to the mansion was a whole fever dream.

Maybe it really was all just a dream... 

However, even those who have not dreamt for a very long time will always feel a sense of dissonance afterwards, but the difference between people would vary to a certain degree.

Some people would be affected for a long time; some people would go back to normal in a feat of realization. The class president seemed to be the latter, only being affected for a moment before accepting the situation.

To have dreamt again especially so vividly in the middle of the day... 

The clock on the wall slowly ticked by. Fifteen minutes before the afternoon classes, students bustled through the corridor and went back to their respective classrooms.

It was two clicks of the minute hand before someone opened the door of 12-Bani. 

"Pres! Did you have lunch?"

A uniformed girl approached the seat next to the class president.

"Did you see me in the cafeteria?"

The uniformed girl sat down, "Nope."

"Then it seems I haven't."

The class president smiled playfully. Having seen the playful sarcasm, the uniformed girl stuck out her tongue and made a face.

"Why not, though?"

"Don't know. I dreamt."

"Dreamt?"

"..."

The class president stayed silent for a while before asking something. 

"What's the purpose of dreams again, according to psychology?"

"Did you not tell me before? It was something about memory and imagination or something."

"Be more specific."

"I think it's already explanatory like this. Besides, I forgot."

"Very good."

The uniformed girl clicked her tongue,"You're the one interested in it. I don't need to know everything! The basics are enough for a casual person like me." 

"Sure. Be ready for the next class."

The uniformed girl hummed and took out her notebook. It took a while before she became absorbed in the notes she took before. After a while, she seemed to encounter a difficult problem and perhaps, in frustration, she looked towards the window. 

The wind seemed to come back, the white flowers and leaves of the Bani trees outside swaying in graceful movements. The curtains draping by the window also elegantly moved before promptly settling down, light as a feather.

She thought in contemplation and nudged the person next to her while pointing outside, "Hey, the sky's so cloudy today. Let's play some volleyball later?"

The class president looked towards what she's pointing at. The sky was blue and cloudy.

"...""Yeah."

"Hehe."

It was then that more students entered the class. Soon, the teacher arrived and set down the materials for her

The class president took one last look at the sky before she greeted the teacher.

It would be later on when she finds out.

On certain days, when the sky turns a certain color similar to that of a cheek's blush or a soft lip, it's best to know that there is always something happening somewhere far away.