“Hi Trixie,” Owen said as he passed by our village’s playground.
“Where are you going, Kuya Owen?” I asked him and looked at my Clara holding hands with him tightly. They were dressed as if they have a date somewhere.
“At the nearest mall,” he answered me back with a smile. “See you later!”
Looking at their sweet gestures made me sigh a hundred times as I went home. After seeing them, it made me feel bad and quit playing with my playmates in our village. I am tired of playing jumping ropes, Chinese garters and jack-n-stones. I’d rather play with my Barbie alone.
I wish I am like Barbie: sexy, tall and beautiful. I don’t want to be a cute eight year old girl, as Owen always says. I want him to tell me I am as beautiful as Clara, my dear sister, or much more beautiful than she does.
“Trixie, it’s time for bed!” my Mom shouted at me like she always does.
It was eight o’clock. I am about to close my window when I saw them coming. And with my surprise, I saw them kissing before Clara entered our house. I feel furious, or better said jealous.
I went to sleep thinking about Owen’s kiss. Was it sweet? Was it magical? How I wish I was the one he kissed. And there at that moment, I fell asleep.
It seemed I slept so short. I stand up and noticed my bed was different, my room as well. I looked outside and saw: flying creatures; children meddling on the clouds; flowers humming love songs: and graceful dancing grasses. Oh! It was magic, I think.
I looked down and saw Owen, he was staring at me with his eyes where stars seemed to stay, and he said…
“Welcome to Fantasia, my dear Trixie!” He uttered clearly. Is it true? His endearment, his eyes, and his arms waiting for me.
I turned around and saw my reflection, I am a grown up! I have a beautiful face, lovely strands of my black long hair and define curves seen clearly as I turn around the mirror again and again. I have them all!
Time in fantasia seemed to be infinite, but all those time, Owen was firmly holding hand. We lay on the pink clouds, we ate them too! We dance with the grasses as the vibrant flowers hummed their sweet love songs. Happiness filled Fantasia!
But someone in this colorful world wanted to stop everyone’s hearts to be happy, an ugly, wicked witch that holds her brown wand with his knurled hands and smirked showing her wrinkled face. She hates colors, sweet candy canes and music. All she wanted was darkness and broken hearts, everybody should taste bitterness and feel hatred. All good things were a big no, no!
Before the long, long day in Fantasia ends…
“Trixie, can we have our pledge of hearts? Owen sweetly asked me, “I want our hearts to be one, to be together for a life time, dream together as we hold each other tight…”
“Oh, Owen!” my eyes seemed to melt, “I loved too! And even not in a dream I am willing to be you eternally.”
With the Witch’s evil ears, powered by bats and black bugs, she knew all about our heart’s beat.
“No hearts should beat as one! “The witch exclaimed, “No one!”
On the day when our hearts will finally collide, as our lips were about to touch, the witch came…
“Who are you?” I felt fear, her dark eyes staring at me, “ Let our hearts be one eternally!”
“No one! The witch answered, “No one deserved to be loved!”
“But why?” Owen asked the witch, “My love is true and can take away reality.”
“”Love is for fools!” The witch said, “So you are indeed a fool! You’d rather be a fool for that girl you’re holding?”
“Yes! If being a fool could make us happy I rather am one!”
“Sweet mouth, young guy…” the witch replied while taking Owen away from me. “So better send you to reality to feel bitterness and pain that you will endure forever!”
The witch waved her wand, swish and swish, Owen vanished in the witch’s hands.
“Owen? Owen? NO…” I cried like my tears would not stop.
And a huge hurricane came, faster and faster and faster as the witch waved her wand. Nowhere to grip tight and felt flying down, down, do
And that was eight years ago…
“Trixie, what takes you so long? “my Mom shouted, as she feel anxious for my first day in college, “Ed is waiting for you and you two will be late for school!”
“Coming Mom!” I said as I ran down our stairs.“Hi Ed, let’s go!”
“Are you excited?” Ed asked me as we walk down the street.
“Yes! It’s our first day going to our new school.” I can’t help but smile and said to myself, especially I am with you.
The witch was wrong after all, and this is my REAL love story…
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