It has been a long night yesterday. I couldn't close my eyes when I had the thought of you.
Today it is your first day of Form 6. I couldn't imagine how do you look like right now. White shirt and white trousers? It look all so mature however, the shoes sold your age off, it is the same white school shoe you always wear it around, making little noise when it is sliding across the floor followed by the hiss of annoyed librarian.
Do you still bring that blue bag to school? That key chain painted with various colours, a spectrum of rainbow hanging down from your pencil box is in your bag.
I can hear the voices of the whole class, with the high pitched voice from the chatting of the girls ( discussing the latest idol or band? ), the loud laughing from the guys behind having fun with jokes, the small whisper from that guy to his best friend over there. And of course, your deep low voice that is so easily differentiate and recognized compared to others from the crowd.
The bell just rang, it is recess time!
It look all the same just like the old times with the crowd rushing to the canteen.
Now you realized how different is it.
You looked behind and all around you. You couldn't find many familiar faces anymore.
You walked to the bread stall of the canteen and asked for your favourite snack of steamed chicken glutinous rice filled in a small metal cup.
Sit down with your new found friends and pay attention to the food you are holding in your hands.
Everything seemed so familiar and similar, but all left are memories and setting of the story.
Time and date are all the same, just the people aren't the same anymore.
