the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
leading footsteps
[part1]
Sarah.
Jonathan.
people of two different worlds,
two totally different backgrounds.
the thing that brought them together?
fate.
it was 6a.m. in the morning,
the first day of the new term.
she was getting ready for school.
it was going to be her first day in a new school.
nervous yet excited,
thoughts all running amok.
"would the students be nice?"
"would the teachers be kind?"
he was dreading school.
it was just another day, spent in another school.
dreadfully bored,
waiting for the day to end
"why do i have to go?"
"when will it all end?"
hi.
my name is Sarah.
16 turning 17 on the 9th of march.
in my family theres only me, my older brother and my drunkard dad.
though we aren't as rich as we dream to be,
we have enough to eat and a place to sleep.
and thats good enough for me.
hey.
names' Jonathan.
17 on the 3rd of june.
family? dad, mum and me.
i guess you could call us rich.
we stay in a big house and i can have anything i want.
as long as i continue being 'me'.
30 beach avenue bus stop.
she sits down.
waiting for the bus to arrive.
bus arrives.
he arrives.
they board the same bus.
eyes barely glancing one another.
words spilled @ 10:12 PM /
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