Just another page of my life

It was a boiling Friday morning. It had been like that for almost a week already since the dry season started. Normally, I would be sitting in class by now, trying to cram all of those massive lessons into my head, then goofing off with friends during recess time, playing badminton or even just sitting around the corner of the class and chatted for the next twenty minutes.” Argh, memories, memories, I’m going to miss them a lot.” I said to myself. 
Up high in the sky, the Sun kept shooting brilliant flashes of light to the Earth like we are its target. The archer seemed to be in a really bad mood on that day. Down the rain of those shiny arrows came the intense heat that penetrated through every tiny crack of the trees’ green umbrellas to strike the Earth with all its strength. The whole city became a giant microwave, a noisy giant microwave with the shout of the sellers inviting customers, the horns of waves of motorbikes and cars, and the sound of planes taking off, a cold and cruel sound. 
I stopped. 
“Did I just write that, cold and cruel?!” I thought to myself. I’d always loved the sound of the plane flying because it meant vacation; it meant another country; it meant playing, having fun, relaxing. But now, that harsh turbine sound just made everything worse, it meant leaving everything behind, friends, family; it meant doing everything by myself; it meant stress, sadness, loneliness. On that day, I left Viet Nam to America to find a better education. 
People talking loudly, TV’s news going on with its own harmony, Children playing, laughing, everything mixed together creating a chaos symphony in the waiting area.
A small notice was read. The fair lady stood next to the ticket machine smiled and signaled everyone that the flight was ready to be boarded. Lines formed. Blond, black, curly, straight, Caucasians, Asians made a long rope connecting the boarding gate with the other end of the waiting area.
“Rrrrr, Rrrrrr, Grrrrr”
The jet’s turbine cries out as we start taking off after listening to some safety information. And like an eagle, the plane surf up the air, bringing us high up in the sky. The sun hadn’t calmed down any bit. Bow and arrows might be too old-fashioned for it already. It held up a machine gun and rained down sun shine on us as if we are its nemesis. The metropolis below me is now shrinking rapidly, from a city, to a town, then a village, then a circle, a dot, before disappearing into the cloud “winter wonderland”. Our sleigh rode on the white cloud, gently but quickly, running away from the Sun and its mad gun. To the west, we went. To America, I went.
I closed my eyes, black.
The next thing I remembered is the starry night I saw when I woke up. I had never seen anything as beautiful as the sky that night. The sun’s bullet shooting from the East may have punched millions of holes on the West sky, allowing us to see some light shining through the wall of darkness that is imprisoning us. Twinkle was the stars’ light, and weak was my mind. I couldn’t think of anything anymore, the whole decision to leave everything behind to find a better track for my life train to go...


LilCookieJar ~ Bao Nguyen