For a moment, I thought my body stopped functioning. I didn't know what to do, didn't know what's going on. I just know that Dad's in the hospital and it's not fine. He got into an accident and that will never be fine."Jas? What happened?" Taylor asked. She stood up and went to me to inspect my face. "Oh my god, what happened?" She asked again when she saw me crying."Dad's in the hospital," I managed to say, but it was almost a whisper. I heard Taylor gasp.Telling it to people and seeing their reaction just confirmed my thought that this is real, that this is happening."Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I heard her say. She hugged me and I let her as I continued to cry. "Do you want to go? I can drive.""Is it okay?" I asked. I feel bad that I have to trouble her to drive for me, but I guess I don't have any choice. I could call Flint but I don't think it's okay for him to drive me to the hospital. I'm not yet ready to tell it to my family, especially at a time like this."Of course. Let
"Hey," I said as I answered Flint's call. I'm outside our room, yet I'm still whispering. I was just being cautious. I feel like Mom's reading something into this when she saw that Flint's calling me. Dad's still unconscious so I don't think it was the right time to break it to her."I thought you're already sleeping. I just called to check," he replied. I could feel him moving around his apartment. He's probably doing some late-night tasks."No, I'm not," I said. I saw a bench a few meters away from me so I started walking towards it so I could take a seat. "I'm at the hospital.""What? Why? Are you okay? Something happened?" He asked. There was a rush in his tone and I liked hearing his concern. Now I'm just too tired, from the drive here and the rush that I was feeling from hearing the horrible news."It's Dad," I answered. "He got into an accident," I added."Oh. I'm sorry, JV. How is he?""He's fine. He's still sleeping. Mom said there was not much impact. He got a broken arm and
It isn't time for hell week just yet. Finals is still a month away. But right now, it feels like it was hell week for me. I have a lot to do- an article for the weekly report, reaction paper on a film we watched in my history class, a report paper for an experiment we did in my bio class, and a poem I have to write (in Japanese!) in my Foreign Language class, and all are due on Friday. It's already Tuesday and I'm starting to panic. It was like all of them agreed to make me suffer this week.I know it isn't just me. Life in college is pretty much like this but god, this is making me crazy."Did you sleep at all?" Taylor asked. It's 7 in the morning and she just woke up. While me, well, I was awake since 3 am. After class yesterday, I did my article for the weekly report, which serves as my attendance for the meeting since I didn't go to the office. I still wasn't able to finish it so I thought I'd finish it later after class.After it, I ate my dinner (which was bought by Taylor) and
I don't think I am a jealous person. I grew up being the eldest child in the family, which somehow made me feel like I should be independent. As the eldest, I learned to do things on my own and not to rely on others. Growing up, I've seen my parents give extra care to our youngest- Hyacinth. I don't really mind because I thought I was old enough so it was about time my parents should give their attention to our youngest. But then I saw how Dahlia got jealous most of the time when we were kids. I remember her crying and demanding my parents to give the same attention to her. My eldest ass could never.With that, I figured that Dahlia is indeed the jealous type. Then I thought, I didn't demand anything from my parents even if I know I want the same attention and I don't feel upset over it. I thought maybe I was just mature for my age. But then it hit me. Maybe I'm just not the jealous type."You were clearly jealous, Jas," Taylor said. I told her what happened at the pathway earlier. I
I promised myself that before the semester ends, I'll tell my parents about me and Flint. I feel awful for hiding something from them. Maybe I was just a coward. But I really dreaded telling it to them because I don't know if they'll be supportive or not. Of course I want them to be supportive because I really like Flint. Sure, I still don't know if we love each other, but we'll get there. I know we'll get there. It's just that right now, we're just enjoying each other's company.The finals are almost over. I have two remaining exams. I've already submitted all my final requirements and I was glad I started those early. I haven't gotten enough sleep lately because I was quite paranoid because of the exams. I don't even have enough time to hang out with Flint. Most of the time, I just stayed in our room to do stuff. Also, Flint's so busy too so it's really not an issue.Now that I only have two exams left, I feel like I'm starting to have more time to think about things. For the last
The first taste of alcohol was awful. Upon taking a sip from the glass, the bitter taste hits my tongue. I tried my best to swallow it all at once and I felt like it burnt my throat.I made a face after one sip and I heard Flint chuckle while looking at me."This is fun for you, huh?" I mumbled. He already drank a glass but it doesn't seem to affect him. Me, I feel like I'm about to puke right now."I think it is," Flint said with a grin.I took the glass and drank it in one go. My co-members cheered on me."Woah. Slow down," Flint mumbled."I think it's about time we witness drunk Jasmine," I said, giving him a smile. He shook his head, but there was a smile on his lips.We drank more. Well, except for Flint. He didn't really drink much because he said he still has to drive so he needs to stay sober. Also, someone needs to take care of me when I get drunk.The team was having fun and most of my co-members were already drunk. I could feel my face heating up and my head spinning a litt
When the semester was finally over, Taylor and I began our search for an apartment. We first looked near the University circle but to no luck, there was no available at this moment. We drove around the area, well, it was Taylor who drove her car, while I sat beside her, looking around. We tried to check the apartments posted in the bulletin in school but we didn't like it. I also tried looking online. There are a few who are ready for checking so we're going there.It was my first time hunting for an apartment. All my life, I lived with my family in our home back in our town. It was the best because I was with them all the time. But time is quickly passing by and now I'm an adult. It makes me nervous as to what could be the life ahead of me. But I guess that's just normal."I guess we're here," Taylor mumbled as she pulled over in front of an apartment complex with a gold gate. Just looking at it from the outside makes me feel excited. It looked so great from here, what about the insi
I am moving out. I am starting college. And I’m a little bit anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really a socially incapable person. Maybe, a little, but I think I can survive. It’s just that leaving the place where I grew up makes me sad. And facing this new chapter in my life brings a certain feeling to my gut. Is it nervousness? I think so. All throughout my childhood, we lived in Crestville. I was already born when my parents moved to that place. So technically, I lived there my whole life. It’s such a shame that my dream University isn’t close to our neighborhood, resulting in me moving out to live in the dorms so I could start creating my place in society. I’ve never been away from my family for a very long time. We always stick together. I’m not sure if we’re just clingy people or what. And yeah, it’s making me feel anxious. I know they will be just two hours away from me. But still, there’s distance. And distance scares me. “So this will be your home for the next four year