Chapter- 2 [Not So Wonderful]

Ian unlocked his apartment door and got inside, hanging up his jacket, taking off his shoes and wearing a fluffy comfy slipper. He struggles to the kitchen where he seldom cooks and drinks two glasses of water. He once again makes his way to his bedroom and flops on the bed. Likewise, he lazily pulled out his phone from his bag and dialed a number.

"Hello...Yes, I would like to order Sam Gae Tang (chicken soup with ginseng) and rice porridge...Yes, that's it...yes to the same place...thank you"

He closed his phone not before glancing at the time, 02: 38pm. It took him a good 10 minutes to get up after he lay silently on the bed for a while. As he changed into comfier clothes, which were fluffy PJs, he washed his face and poured himself a cup of tea.

He had school today, but had to come back to his apartment because he was feeling unwell. He would have declined to take a leave if it hadn't been for his nurse to suggest he go to the hospital for a check-up. He was confused but didn't ask any further questions. He wasn't a doctor she was.

He sat on his working table near the window where the view of the city was on full display. His love for the display came from having to work on his works even late at night, and the view helped him relax and think. He took a sip of the tea and settled it on the corner of the table and opened a drawer. He clumsily took out a diary and a pen and began writing as he waits for his food to arrive.

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September 19th, 2015

Day 13

Hi diary,

I am sorry for not writing, but I have been busy with school and so on. I didn't get along with any one and I didn't talk to anybody. At first, I was panicked but I just seem to like it this way, all alone. Today I walked to school like any other day. I was fine in the morning and yesterday but in the middle of lecture I suddenly got dizzy and my vision got blurry. The teacher noticed my difficulty as I was blinking repeatedly to clear my vision and asked one of the students to send me to the nurse. She checked on me and said that it may be some kind of allergy. She advised me to rest today and visit a doctor within two to three days. So, if I feel better, I will go to the hospital tomorrow. (The doorbell rang and then came a light knock. Ian immediately got up and unlocked the door and paid for the food before returning to his desk.)s arrived. I ordered as I didn't feel like cooking. I am having Sam Gae Tang and rice porridge. Hmm~ Yummy~ Hehe I am feeling a little dizzy again. I am off to sleep after eating.

Bye, diary

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After closing the diary, Ian began placing the soup and porridge in the utensils and eating it while watching his favorite show on television.

It was midnight when Ian started to feel really uncomfortable. His head felt like someone was banging on it and he was sweating so much that he was soaked in sweat. He opened his eyes only to find complete darkness. He slowly switched on the night lamp attached to his head stand and looked around. He tried to get up, but he was experiencing joint pain in his hands, but slowly he got up. Stretching his hands, he took out a pouch which was a first aid kit. In it there were several tablets, including pain relievers, fever reducers, cough relievers, etc. Along with bandages, disinfection liquids, a thermometer and many more.

He checked his temperature and cursed at himself; he was having a high fever. He took out a pain reliever and a fever tablet and gulped it out with the glass of water. As the medicine took its effect, he got some relief and soon drifted in his dream world.

It was 7 in the morning and Ian woke up motivated after a sick night. ‘A wonderful day awaits me!’ he thought as he punched in the air with high hope for his day to end on a pleasant note. After more than a month and a quarter, he made the decision! He was finally energetic enough to go out to look for some inspiration rather than grumble over some unsatisfactory work. ‘My two brain cells decided to work today.’ He commented inwardly giving himself a head pat. He was an optimistic lad and wouldn’t let anything around him affect him for long.

He decided to take a stroll in the nearest popular but peaceful park and all he had with him was his trusty side bag with only a pen and a simple hand-size notepad. He wanted to take notes of small things that would help him become more creative. "Sometimes small things lead to big achievements." He had heard someone say that when he was a child, but never really considered it.

The light sun and the cool breeze felt like the sweet cake that Ian had been craving. Less crowds were the cherry on top that tempted him to take a bite. All in all, it was all favorable for Ian and he was glad he had chosen this very specific day.

'Ekkk I love it.' He squeaked inwardly like a teenager who got looked at by their crush but kept their face in the corner. Within a few minutes, he had realized it was quite the opposite of what he had imagined. When he decides to park his dumb truck somewhere surrounded by lush vegetation, he notices something that is not pleasing to the eye. “Why today of all days!?” He mumbled out in anger, in sadness, and in disappointment. He was so ready to get something done today, but it seems like nature wasn't cooperating. And he was right, in a few minutes the golden ray of sun disappeared and black clouds covered the sky, thunder began to crash and roar. ‘It isn’t a wonderful day.’ Ian thought again recalling how he had woken up thinking it would be a wonderful day.

As Ian ran through the small streets of the city, the rain began to pour more heavily. Almost as if mocking Ian's childlike idea of a wonderful day ending on a pleasant note and the reality he had to face. Looking like a drenched puppy, he finally reached home. He changed his clothes in a hurry and took a hot shower after letting the water boil for a hot cup of tea. ‘One should have a hot drink after a drench in the rain.’ He remembered his grandma’s words when he was young and used to play in the rain. The heavier it was the more he loved it. After he had taken a shower and poured tea into a cute mug, he sat down in the small sitting area near his window. He loved this small area in his house, it was peaceful and it gave a nice view of aunt Melena’s huge garden. He sat there to recall his day, his terrible day. Taking a sip, he let out a heavy sigh and sighed. The day was indeed miserable, he saw things that burned one's eyes, he was drenched wet in the heavy rain, his pen was missing, his inspiration note was wet, its words forming questionable sentences.

The next day Ian woke up with a runny nose and nothing else but he knew it could be a start of a terrible cold. So, he didn’t risk it and had a cup of ginger tea. He had a long day of lecture today on ‘History of Art & Jewellery’ which he was interested in learning but not quite happy to learn for over one-two hours. And at 8 o'clock his classes started with the interesting pictorial designs of history.

Ian had barely managed to suppress a yawn when he had glanced at the lion yawn of his fellow seatmate. Had he not managed, he would have been glared at like a mush by the professor. Despite not speaking much, the professor was keenly attentive to what was going on. "UGH!!! Never thought that designing also had a history." One of the students in back spoke up as soon as the professor left. An individual next to him agreed and stretched as well. Ian heard them as they discussed, and he couldn’t help but agree. Their talks weren’t as interesting and normal as he had expected them to be. He was having an old talk about girls; a talk about which he had grown in despair. When people reach their prime, normal talk may not be their cup of tea. Ian thought, releasing a disappointed sigh as he gathered his things to leave.

Rain; a heavy rain that no one expected. 'Wasn't it raining yesterday too?' Ian thought out of disappointment when he barely managed to save his papers from getting soaked by the rain. “Looks like the classes are going to get cancelled.” He observed from afar as the same groups of guys discussed. “Oh, I hope it would!” He heard it again. ‘How the heck do I hear them every time!? Do I have a sharp ear or what-’, Ian couldn’t even continue his train of thoughts. It was more like he had already got his answer before even addressing the question to himself. He could tell that he wasn't the only one who heard those two. As if a withered rose that finally bloomed when given a bit of water and sunlight, everyone now had a face full of color and hope.

/GOOD AFTERNOON, /

/I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT ALL THE CLASSES TILL TOMMOROW HAS BEEN CANCLED DUE TO NEWS OF HURICAN ALONG WITH HEAVY RAINFALL. /

/THANK YOU! /

/- MRS. SARAH WRIGHT/

The notice tinged in every student’s phone. There were cheers of joy as they read the notice published by the headmaster. Well at least it wasn’t a false hope Ian thought.

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