Llordman

When challenges hit you like a struck of lightning, there's nothing you could do but face them. You realize that life do sucks. Problems that block your way to the path of life should be destroyed. 

But what can you do to overcome these challenges? How far can you go? What sacrifices will you make?

In this dramatic life-inspiring story, a dedicated boy will do everything to live his life to the fullest. He'll make the last year of his senior high school life surely memorable and unforgettable.

When Words Became Ashes

2 weeks since the training started and I felt good because my body is enhanced again by the workouts that we are doing. We do the trainings after class. 


As I said, every training days I bring my shoes, racket, and two bottles of water 'cause I'm always thirsty like every damn 10 minutes. For me, thirst is way more going top than hunger.


By the way, today is Wednesday and we came up with the decision to just train at the school court. We started doing warm ups and then proceeded onto the drills. My body is pretty good and active until that one drill came.


We need to run around the court for 10 minutes and I used to be doing well on that. 


"10 minutes starts.." Mr. Led announcing while holding a timer on his right hand and his left hand hiding on his back. "..now!" 


When Mr. Led shouted, all of us started running. Not to be surprised by Rheley, she's always good at this kind of drills. Her body is used to this drills because she's in a team where my brother and my brother's best friend are also in. 


It's an outsider team, I mean the team is not from our school. But anyways, as I said, we started running. 


The thing where I'm good at, but now, I'm starting to feel something not good. My sides started to hurt. While running, my right hand were at my right side, holding it and squeezing it. It's like running with a limp on your leg. 


"Asher." I heard Mr. Led called out. I looked at him while running and the others just kept on going. He told me to get close to him by a hand sign.


I went to him, still holding my right side. "You alright, pal?" he said with his face showing concern. I stuttered a bit before answering.


"Yeah.. kinda." I said, still holding at my sides.


"Yeah." I lied. I'm not alright. I don't know why I lied but it quite felt good because it ended our conversation. I don't want Mr. Led worrying about me, because I know he also have things to deal with and I don't want myself to be part of it. After that, I went back to the run.


The whole training ended. I packed my things and went outside the school where the rest of my teammates are waiting. 


We walked together carrying our stuffs and talking to each other. And I'm at the back, alone and thinking about the thing that happened to me earlier. I haven't felt that kind of thing before or maybe I am just over reacting? I'm confused.


I got home and my dog greeted me immediately. I can't tell much but, having a dog is really life changing. It's like having another family. So, every time when I get home, I always feel happy. 


By the time I got home, I did the chores that I always do since when I was a first year student. 


Mopping. Feeding the dog. Cooking. And by that, I meant cooking rice. Because I can't cook, well I can but only hotdogs and eggs. 


My mom gets home by 8:00 p.m. and that's the time where I go to bed and sleep. Not actually, I stay up late for at least two or three more hours.


Days have passed and I still feel this pain at my sides. It's like torturing me from the inside and will be gone if I take a seat and rest for a bit. Then I can go again and feel it again and then I'll seat again and take a rest and then it will repeat over and over. 


I still don't know what's this kind of pain. So, by the next day, I'll tell Mr. Led about this.


Seven