Daniel became the mastermind of the plan and the executioner, while Well became the watchdog. IT was still doubtful to say if Well really had a contribution to this plan of Bryan, but since being a watchdog sounded fine and helpful, he would rather call himself that way. While Daniel slowly lifted his hand closer to the door knob, Well moved away from the warehouse and sneaked to the nearest tree. From there, he checked if there were people nearby that could potentially see them doing something suspicious and something suspicious and something that was absolutely not allowed. When Well cleared it that no one was around, he signalled Daniel by raising a thumb in the air, shooting it into his direction. Daniel slowly broke the padlock open and then carefully removed it from the surface. He threw it inside his left pocket for easier access later on. Before he decided to open the door entirely, he called for Well’s attention and waited for him to come over. “I have a bad feeling about t
Daniel suggested that perhaps Well and him should begin looking through all the stuff found inside the warehouse and maybe only until then they would end up getting a clue that would help them grasp a grain of Joross's whereabouts. On the other hand, Well, who was on the broom box at the backmost part of the room, was hoping that he would see his phone in there. But that could not be possible. Well had never entered the warehouse before so the phone should not be able to get in here. But Well was doubtful. Always. And as much as an overthinker he was, he also already told himself that maybe his phone had been stolen by someone from the bar. But, why would they do it anyway? Who would be so ingested in stealing his cell phone when other than the brand itself, nothing else was interesting about that? There were no games, not much application, and it's only purpose for Well was it was his mode of communication whenever he wanted to talk to his Mom and Dad, and the alarm clock. Well was
Daniel was on the other side of the room, parallel to where Well was. Unlike Well, he was not done looking for clues yet. He examined the stationary table with his fingers. There were random things that he touched. Without the guidance coming from the torch light of his phone, he could barely even tell what those stuff were. He lit up the torch light and focused it on the table. When the light shone through the surface of the table, everything became clear. There were pens, pencils, a couple of sticky notes, crumpled colored papers, and there were also used and unused red candles that felt out of place because considering the rest of the things on the table, they were all school supplies. Candles weren't considered the same, right? It definitely did not belong there. But why were they there? “Okay, first of all, this is the weirdest thing I have seen for today?” Daniel said as he stepped his feet two leaps away from the table brimming with stuff that did not make any sense. “What is
Coach Sonashi has decided to let me leave early so that I could rest and prepare for a harder day tomorrow. Even up until now, I still find it very hard to believe that I actually made it to the coaching staff of the school's basketball varsity team. Although the role that I have right now is no similar to the role that I have before (which is an ace player and an MVP), I am still feeling grateful and positively motivated because, who wouldn't be proud representing and supporting his school for the last time, huh? Louis Peters and I are now on our way out of the school's sports stadium. I ask him if where he is going next and he said that he might actually just go straight to his apartment because he is so tired and he is going to call it a day. So, with that being said, I have no choice but to go home as well since it's already four o'clock in the afternoon. I reckon the basketball practice will finish anywhere between five o'clock to six o'clock, and that is according to the time f
It has already been a week since the viral photo of me and Louis Peters has wrecked the internet and now I am very much rather thankful because finally, the waves have calmed down. We can now walk through the corridors and hallways without being talked about, we can now eat snacks in the cafeteria peacefully without being pressured to answer their daring yet nuisance question, and we can now freely browse our I*******m feeds without seeing our faces edited out into a 'Rumour has it' kind of stuff where on the caption would often contain about crazy speculations and rumours about him and me. But what is crazier than that though is the fact that some people have actually told Louis Peters and I that we should court each other. I mean, if that is not some sort of a hypothetical embarrassment, then I don't know what is. Okay so for the record, the line up for the school's basketball team has already been finalised last Friday and today, Monday, is going to be the first official training
If not because of the sharp glimmers of sunshine rays penetrating through the tiny holes of the roof and hitting directly on his skin, Well would not be able to realize that it was late in the morning already.He opened his eyes, scrubbed them hardly with his fingers, as he slowly lifted himself up from the broken swivel chair where he spent the rest of the night sleeping. His legs were still noodles. He could barely even feel any sensation on his feet; he could not feel the surface of the ground, he could not feel the cold temperature of the room, he could not feel almost anything. It was only then when the room had been lightened by the sun that everything inside made a little more sense. To Well, it indeed really looked like a boutique room. A stockroom, perhaps. There was a broken refrigerator, cupboards, broken chairs of different sorts, scraps and metals and other useless materials that just did not compute as to why they ended up being there, and a lot more. However, other tha
Well would like to think that he was just being delusional again. I mean, considering all the crazy stuff that had happened the night prior to this, he had all the rights to get confused. Anyone who was in his position could have been in the same confusion. While waiting for the waiter to go back to him to give him his bill, Well stared at the window pane again. But this time, he was not anticipating anything at all. He was not convincing himself that he would see Daniel again. He was not making himself believe it would be worth a shot expecting something to pop out of the frame. He just stared there, eyes were blank, mind was a puddle. “Excuse me, Sir. Here is your bill for the cup of coffee,” says the waiter that eventually ended his long, blank, meaningless gaze at the window glass. He stared at the bill. Two dollars. He questioned himself; how could that simple cup of coffee with no sugar and only three punches of espresso cost much more than a dollar? But then again, he did not
The cars sped past in front of him. Black smoke blew off his face, the disgusting smell of it tingled his nostrils in the most annoying way. Well could have just easily escaped the embarrassing situation only if he ever thought of running. But considering the odds, it seemed like it did not even bother to cross his mind. What Well did instead was to walk at his fastest pace until he reached the other end of the pedestrian lane. There, people were as fast and as quick as the cars. Busy. Topsy-turvy. That was how Well would describe the scenario the moment he landed a foot on the other side. It was as if an entirely different world. However, he was fully aware that it was nothing but just another block of skyscrapers and tall buildings that was obviously an extension of the New Bill. It was still part of the New Bill. The extreme uncomfort, immense anxiety, and utter suffocation Well felt were enough manifestations to conclude that he was still in New Bill. Feeling an imaginary scrape