October 21, 1984-
The evening light shone into the dark room, blinding a small child. He squinted, wet teary eyes trying to digest what was going on. A hand had unleashed the curtain. Who was it? The young boy lived alone in a abandoned house. Was it a ghost? The figure walked into the light. The boy could not tell his features. Only an outline of black from the light. He walked towards the frightened child, and bent down in front of him. The figure slowly started to dissipate. Bewildered, the boy ran into his room, full of spider webs, and filled with old plaster, falling down the walls. It was a man, he was sure of it. Was it just his imagination?
Sophia stared at her teacher’s shoes while she babbled on about nonsense such as the Pythagorean theorem or algebra. Sophia’s day had been very sad. Her friend had just started dating a cute guy and now didn’t even have any time hanging out with Sophia. The jocks at school started befriending her because her boyfriend, too, which made it worse-they weren’t even at the same popularity level. She would see her at class, but rarely anywhere else.
The clock ticked by. The sound of the bell erupted through the classroom seconds later, stopping the teacher in mid sentence. The other students, as usual, rushed out of the classroom pushing through the skinny door. Sophia thought that the pressure on the door might cause the thing to break. She drowsily picked up her belongings and started towards the door. She was in no hurry to get out of the classroom-to many people were going out. “Sophia?” The teacher called. “Yes?” She answered. “Hurry up, the next class will come soon.”
As soon as she stumbled out the door, the door slammed behind her, causing Sophia to fall flat on her pudgy face. Now in her school, she was known to be the fat dork who was clumsy and would always fall asleep in class. And when terrible things like the current situation here, The other kids would laugh and make fun of her. This did not treat her well. Before, her friend would always comfort her in these things, but now she was to absorbed in boys and popularity.
The snickering started, then a full blown laughs came from everyone inside the hallway. Sophia was sure that they were taking pictures of her fall. Everyone was probably posting her on the media, and maybe the next day the whole school would find, making her the number one person to be bullied.
Sophia struggled up onto her feet. She could see all the kids howling with laughter, and sure enough, the other kids popped there heads out of the classroom and started laughing too. The day was getting worse and worse.
The kids started chanting. “Loser! Loser! They spread a tight circle around her laughing and chanting at the same time. She struggled onto her feet, and when she looked at everyone there, Everyone was frozen, as if someone paused time. Somehow, she could still move. Then, as if on cue, a mysterious figure made of mist appeared in front of her. It was a man. He gave her a vibe that he was sad and happy at the same time. It was almost as if he was delighted to see her. There were no words between them. And then, as quick as he came, he disappeared.
Time unfroze, and again the laughing boomed in her ears. The meeting with the man left her in shock. Who was he? Is this all just a hallucination or dream? It was impossible. The only conclusion she made was Impossible….probably some stupid joke…..
Later, she arrived at her home, with many apology letters concerning if she was ok from the shock of the mob crowding around her and laughing. Sophia’s mom was not home, probably playing card games with her friends like she always does. Her home smelt of old cigars and the wafting smell of human odor. Many weeks sometimes she would not come home, so Sophia learned how to take care of herself. She was exceptionally educated, Finishing her homework in time and getting most of the questions correct. Sophia had learned to pack her own food, buy her supplies, and in very rare occasions, her mother would send
her some money so life could ease up a bit on her.
Sophia never knew her father, there was no pictures of him, it was as if her mother was trying to forget him. One time, when she was a little girl, she asked her mom about dad, and she received an icy glare. She soon learned not to touch the subject.
Sophia entered the kitchen, opening the the refrigerator and finding the thing she could truly afford: bread and milk. Her diet was becoming fatty actually, to much grain and fat milk. And in truth, her friendship with the now-popular girl was one of her other food sources, but now that was cut off too. This was a frustrating matter, and thus made her spend much of her time pouting in her small bedroom. She mostly was in depression her whole life. Hunger had always clawed at her stomach, and the fate that she would never know her dad draped around her in darkness. Sometimes she would try to picture what her dad looked and was like. A mean, strict man, or a gentle, kind man. She never knew. Sophia latched open the window, letting gusts of wind blow on her face and enter her musty bedroom. The smell of stinky socks was wisped into the fall air, leaving a fresh scent of dead leaves. She lay on her stiff dirty mattress, watching the clouds. She could hear kids playing outside, and thought to herself if that could ever be her.
Night came, and Sophia could not sleep. What was that thing? She asked herself. Her most best guess was a prank or her imagination, but it seemed so real to her. She could not stop thinking of the unimaginable thing that happened this afternoon. Sophia did not believe in any fairy folk or religion, so this, she thought, had must’ve been a prank. Her window was still open, letting in a small breeze. Sophia could see across the many row of apartments, stars. She was always fascinated by them. So many. The stars had always lit up her nights, so she could set aside her troubles and sleep. But sometimes, this could not work. She had to sometimes cry herself to sleep or just wait it out. It had already been seven days since his mother was out, but it was regular. Sometimes though, in the worst case scenarios, it would be a month or two of her gone, making Sophia starve.