Sirens.

Flashing red and blue lights.

A crowd of people gathered in the middle of the road.

Continuous murmurings and gossips of different tongues.

And a half-conscious, injured man.

An average person would've felt scared and be agitated the whole time but I don't. I'm a perfectly normal human with the worst attitude but I'm not frightened at all.

Kidding. I'm terrified. I'm excitedly terrified.

The erratic beating of my heart signals me to smile. Wider.

Flashing lights. Almost everyday. It thrilled the bored soul out of me and sent it dancing with overflowing adrenaline.

I'm not crazy. I'm not a weirdo either. I was just bored.

Hours before the change.

"I have to live a better life. For my kids," determined, I repeated the words. My new mantra.

Alexa sniggered. "You don't even have a boyfriend," she pointed out, like it wasn't 'the' most obvious thing in the world.

"Babies are predestined. If God prepared a man for me then He must've planned the upcoming babies already," I countered with a shrug. What?

"Boi I always knew you think ahead, but I never imagined you to go 'this' far," she laughingly said as she was finishing donning her nails.

What's so wrong with that? I just shook my head and started taking out books, notes, pen, and HILDA from my backpack. Her room sets you up in a mood, pulling you to do unimaginable things like studying and reading books.

Horrific? Definitely, but that's how I enjoy my everyday. Not 'everyday' exactly, but more like 'whenever I get the chance' kind of thing.

Home is so chaotic I feel so blessed having a crazy rich, over-the-top, super girly, fashionista girl friend who changes her nail art on a daily basis.

"So, what do you think?" She excitedly flaunted her hands at my face. Way too close it hurt my eyes.

"Wow, bright pink!" I mockingly exclaimed. She scoffed at my sarcasm.

"Can't you tone it down a bit?" I added and her smile dropped.

"BUT! Aside from the color, the intricate style seems pretty classy to me," her eyes suddenly lit. Oh, I know where this is going to,"NOPE. Still a no. I like wearing my nails bare,"and she pouted. Ending our very one-sided conversation.

"You always refuse my generous offer," still pouting and added,"HELLO? STOP sticking your nose on books 'again'! This is my room and we're supposed to have a 'sleep over'. Which meant ice creams and movies and late night karaokes. No? Okay no karaokes," she surrendered. Her hands sticking in the air in mock defeat.

Cleaning up her mess, she jokingly kicked my book from my hands. JOKINGLY. Jokingly, yes, but it still fell off my grasp which means the book probably, PROBABLY, has a dent now. And I hate dents. I hate ruining the fresh new look of my books. I hate being interrupted when I'm reading. And I hate being untrue to my words that is why I-*sigh*-I let it slide.

We already talked about this yesternight and came into an agreement to take half of my happiness away from me for the time being, thinking my reading habits are getting too unhealthy for me.

Can't blame her though. Her shookt look when she saw my baggy, bloody red eyes and puffy, swollen face seemed like her life was forcibly choked out of her, leaving her in a state of stillness with fear-stricken eyes and with mouth agape. Seeing each other scared the shit  right out of our pants. Looking back, that scene was actually quite funny.