Chapter 206

"What's making you so happy?" I ask her. She shakes her head giving me a shy smile at the end. I glance around to see exactly who would be making Oakley so joyous but yet I don't see anyone.

I look at her with something of a mysterious glint in my eyes and she simply flushes behind the ears.

"Come on, let's go to class" I tell her and we make our way into the school building.

"See you later" Eras says as he waves to the both of us.

It would seem the number of students today is a little bit on the low side, and I wonder why that is. I'm guessing that is to be expected when there are practically no teachers teaching anyone and students simply come to school to live out their own lives, and oddly too the imaginations of their wildest fantasies.

How I wish some particular set of people could simply not come to school today, and I start looking forward to that wish when we walk into the chemistry lab.

I have chemistry first thing in the morning and I'm guessing that is also part of the reason why I dressed so unusually today. Chemistry is the most depressing subject for me and I won't lie when I say that I hate it. I simply hate each and everything about it but yet it is a compulsory course that I must take if I want to learn anything about engineering.

Well I had been considering applying to either study engineering or pharmaceuticals in the university, but I simply hate chemistry, and I have an even greater dislike for physics, so I wonder exactly how that ambition is going to come true.

Father always told me that I would do well as a pharmacist because I had this intense desire to always help people, and mum said I would perform greatly as an engineer because I was always wrecking whatever was in the house. I would simply dismantle anything that my hands could find and take it apart, then put it back together again, before I take it apart once more, and on and on the process would go until I got tired of it or lost one of the parts.

Even when we were babies and she had bought toys for me, my most favourite thing to do in my thoughts was to dismantle them, my most favourite thing to do was to break them apart and then put them back together the best I could.

I wonder exactly how parents see potential in all these seemingly senseless actions, exactly how do they see potential in some of the most trivial things that we do and I'm guessing that's why they are parents.

I'm pretty sure that even if I spent from now till next year observing myself I wouldn't really see any potential for any possible profession in me.

I had always thought my life's work was to simply sleep, wake up, eat and be broken, then I repeat the process all over again, but my parents had her ambitions for me.

Ambitions which I want to fulfill at this point.