Ariel

Ariel was a good girl. She always greeted me and talked to me. She always smiled everyday. I never saw her angry and I saw her cry only once. She never swore or did bad things. She was always polite and kind to other people. She was the teacher’s favorite because she was smart and always did her homework. Well, I heard that her family was not really nice to her and sometimes I saw a sad look in her eyes, but she could cover it neatly. Ariel was a nice girl, but she was too nice and that made her boring. What is the joy in being boring? She never talked badly about her friends, she never acted like a bad girl, and her jokes were not funny. She was pretty quiet and I heard her talking only sometimes. 

I have to admit though that she was very sweet and nice. She seemed like an angel.

Ariel the nice girl died just a few minutes ago. She was stabbed by a knife in the school bathroom three times, twice in her stomach and once in her chest. Blood pooled on the floor, you could even smell it from a far distance. No one heard her voices because it was a class time and the bathroom located in the farthest part of the school where there are no classrooms around it. People rarely go there because they are dark and there are rumours that they are haunted; they choose to go to the new one instead.

Her pretty face looks white and pale. Her eyes are still open, they look sad and scared. You can see the painful expression on her face. There is a track of tears on her cheek. Poor girl, she died in pain without sees people that she loved for the last time. Is that the expression of all the people when they see the angel of the death? But with her eyes open like that, it feels like she is staring at me with a mocking expression. I get goosebumps and then slowly I close her eyers. My fingers touch her face, cold. There you go, with her eyes close, she looks completely dead. I grin and start laughing. 

Ariel the nice girl will never smile anymore.

                I had a good luck today. Ariel had discovered me while I was injecting drugs into my body. I started crying and begged her not to tell anybody. But do you know what she did next? She smiled and then hugged me, said everything will be okay and she would help me escape from that devilish thing. See, isn’t that a complete lie? Who would do that? No one would say that to other people when they disover them doing bad things. Even my family looks at me with a disgusted look on their face even though they have no clue about what I did. Ariel hardly knew my life, how she could react like that? I was sick of her, sick of her fake kindness. 

That was the time when I finally decided I was the one who will make her go forever. You all agree with me, right? Who can live with someone like that? It is not just me who said she was boring because she was too nice, so no one will really miss her. My hatred and anger reached its limit. So I pushed her to the wall and covered her mouth, then I reached for my pocket knife that I always bring everywhere. Do you know what I felt after I stabbed it into her body? Watched her eyes expanded with horror and pain? It was the best feeling in my life.  The sweet feeling of revenge spread all over my body and the devil in me screamed for more, so I stabbed again twice and let her slide to the floor. Aah, when I saw the blood sprut out and watched her face full of excruciating pain, I wanted to laugh.  I won! I beat her and now I won’t have to see her annoying face anymore! I kneeled beside her to celebrate my victory. 

“You lose,” I said. “You always nice and kind, and that is really annoying. It is not my fault that you ended up like this. If only you stopped giving people a fake smile, if only you stopped being a nice girl, I would not care about you.” I stopped, then I rubbed her face softly, watched her closed her eyes and breathed slowly. Tears fell down in her cheek. ‘You are too naive, darling. Do you think everyone is a good person? There is no angel in this world, missie. No one can be an angel long enough before the devil masters their heart, not even you. I am the evil, and I will get rid of all annoying stupid little angels that disturb me.” I laughed, but then I stopped after I felt her hand touch mine. I looked at her angrily. What the heck is she doing? Then suddenly she opened her eyes and looked right into my eyes.

 “You are an angel. But you just get lost, my dear Lucy. I forgive you.” She smiled, then she stopped breathing. She was gone. Forever. 

I stared at her in disbelief. Did she really just said that? That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Who the heck is she? What is she? She is definitely not human. When I saw her eyes, it feels like she staring at me with a mocking expression. I got goosebumps and then slowly I closed her eyers. With the eyes closed, she looked completely dead. I grinned and started laughing. 

Then I feel my tears roll down my cheek. I rub it; I cannot believe why I am crying right now. I cannot stop crying. What is happenIng to me? What’s wrong with me? Where’s that sweet feeling go? I keep sobbing and sobbing. Did the devil leave me after what I did for the devil? Then I stop crying. I know why I cry. I am the fallen angel. I am the Lucifer. What I did today turned me completely into a devil. This is the sadness of my soul, the dying scream of my heart. I am dying. I am a sinner, and there is no turning back. I look at the dead body of Ariel Angelo, and then I whisper in her ear.

 ‘I am sorry.’ 

I pick up my knife, feel that cold metal in my wrist. I close my eyes and cry, but at the same time I smile.

Slice.

"This creepy story made for my English Creative Writing piece--overall this is my favorite, despite the blood and the killing part. Pam was right, I read too much suspense story.." 

Books Freak : Sabriel, Lirael, and Abhorsen

It's vacatiooon! Despite the vacation itself, I decided to read the books in my spare time. Yeah, who else spend their vacation to read books? Me, of couse. Pam, my US History teacher and my advisor, suggested those books for me from a long time, but I ignore her after a glimpse look of the yellow papers and the old look of the books. Yikes, old books! But after Mary Ann, my High School Dean, recommended them too and kind of push me to read them, I decided nothing's wrong to try it. Now, I know Mary Ann and Pam, as the librarians, know the best. I addicted to the book. They are such awesome books. I finished Sabriel in one day while I slept over in Sarah's house (don't ask how) and finished Lirael an hour ago. Now I take a rest before I continue to read the last one, Abhorsen. Hah, I hate series, especially when I arrive to the ast one, but I can't help myself.. I also hate series that the main character different each books, but I just too attach to those books. Oh well, whatever.. You can read about it in here.

Does the walker choose the path or the path choose the walker?

(Assistant) Stage Manager

Yeah, babe, Assistant Stage Manager! How everything really happen for reason. At first, due to the schedule (bwahahaha) I decided not to join the musical but chose to be a light manager instead. Then, three days before the musical, on the Writer's Festival, I just knew that Hannes and Javin would be the Light Manager. Did not what happen, because I already told Craig and Anthony that I was interested to become the Light Manager. So I said to myself, oh well, whatever, and helped them built the set instead. Suddenly before the rehearsel started, Anthony called me and asked for my help to bring the properties to the stage during the play. Heck yeah, why not! Then I suddenly became an official Ass. Stage Manager. I was like, "I could wear the headphone, yeah!" Yup, at first, my purpose was to wear the headphone because people that wore them looked so cool (HAHAHAHA). I also realized that I more the "backstage person", like to be behind the scene rather that be the player, so I really wanted to feel how it feels like to be backstage people. And it felt so much fun, even though I felt kinda weak because I could not really yell to the actors. But, well, new experiences everyday!

Still, the headphone, woah.. I really finally had a chance to wear it..

Menunggu

Saya sedang menunggu anda lho. 

Entah apakah anda sadar atau tidak. 
Saya menunggu anda bertanya, berkata. 
Tapi bukan sekedar basa-basi, melainkan dengan sepenuh hati. 
Peduli.
Ya, saya menunggu anda peduli. 
Saya menunggu anda memedulikan saya. 
Saya menunggu anda sadar sepenuhnya saya disini. 
Saya menunggu anda melihat saya, 
menyadari bahwa saya bukanlah bayangan maya, 
melainkan sepenuhnya benda padat. 
Saya menunggu anda mendengar suara saya, 
mendengar jeritan saya. 
Saya menunggu anda melihat betapa palsu senyum saya, 
betapa perih tatapan saya. 

Saya masih menunggu, 
dan tetap akan menunggu. 

Entah untuk berapa lama, 
semoga saja tidak selamanya. 

Saya menunggu.

Good and Weird Stuff Here

Nongol lagi nih, hehe.. Daripada nggak ada kerjaan pag-pagi, mending nulis aja. Nggak afdol ya rasanya buat exchange student kalo nggak nulis hal-hal unik dan random dari negaranya masing-masing. Jadi, ya, udah tau dong tema tulisan kali ini apaan?

The Good Stuff:

1. Porsi makanannya gede banget, itu bisa kali buat dua kali makan. Surga banget pokoknya. Tapi ini termasuk hal negatif juga sih, buktinya ini celana jeans sudah teriak-teriak minta dibebasin *hikshiks

2. "Please" dan "Thank You" itu wajib hukumnya disini. Kata siapa orang Amerika nggak sopan? Pengertian sopan disini dan disana kan beda. Kalau misalnya mau minta tolong, wajib hukumnya nanya pakai kalimat lengkap dan pakai "please" (ini sih aturan di hostfamily aku, gatau kalau yang lain ada yang beda)

3. Sekolah disini enak.Pelajarannya nggak susah-susah amat, sedikit, dan tiap hari sama jadwalnya. Yang terakhir itu kadang bikin bosen juga sih, tapi karena belajarnya intensif dan terus menerus, gampang masuk ke otaknya. Lagian nggak lama kok, satu pelajaran cuma 45 menit. Siswa juga dituntut buat aktif ngomong di kelas, dan bukan tipe "lihat catat dan hapalkan" kayak di Indonesia. Terus kita boleh milih pelajaran. Bagian yang itu asik banget, soalnya kita bisa milih sesuai bakat dan minat kita. Kalau dipikir-pikir, buat apa belajar Fisika kalau kita benci pelajaran itu dan nggak ada minat buat kerja yang berhubungan sama Fisika? *alasan

4. Anerika itu menjaga banget tempat wisata sama tempat bersejarah mereka. Mereka rawat banget dan lokasinya bersih banget. Terus tourism mereka juga jago, ahli mengundang turis.

5. Amerika itu bersih. Nggak ada yang namanya sampah di jalanan, kecuali daun. Kesadaran membuang sampah mereka udah tinggi. Mereka juga udah terlatih untuk recycle.

6. Amerika itu nggak memandang orang melalui pekerjaan. Mereka nggak peduli apakah mereka itu bus driver atau school carpenter.

The Weird Stuff

1. Siswa boleh makan dan boleh ongkang-ongkang kaki di dalam kelas. Ini nggak negatif, soalnya kan kalau masalah budaya nggak ada yang bisa dibilang negatif. Yang pertama itu asik malah sebenarnya, bisa ngemil dalam kelas haha. Tapi nggak semua kelas kita bisa gitu, ada beberapa guru yang nggak mau kita makan di kelas.

2. Disini makan pakai sendok itu aneh, kecuali kalau makan sup. Biasanya orang sini kalau makan nasi atau apa-apa pakai garpu.

3. Orang Amerika cinta banget sama yang namanya keju. Hampir semua makanan disini mengandung keju. Hostsister aku, Kenzie, malah makan mi Ramyun Korea yang super pedas itu pakai keju.. Rasanya sih lumayan, tapi ya aneh aja...

4. Kadang jengkel juga tinggal di New Hampshire, mau kemana-kemana jauh banget. Kota-kota disini terpisahnya lumayan jauh, dan nggak ada kendaraan umum. Kadang terganggu juga sih, soalnya gabisa bebas main kemana-mana. Tapi ya, sudahlah..

5. Di New Hampshire, kalau ada orang asing mereka biasa aja. Kan kalau di Indonesia, kalau ada orang asing, pasti diliatin, disuitin, dan dimintain foto. Disini, boro-boro, diajak ngobrol aja kadang-kadang kalau nggak kitanya sendiri yang gerak. Katanya Craig, guru drama aku, orang NH dan East Coast itu memang cenderung dingin, beda sama Southern part. Atau mungkin karena Amerika itu melting pot, campuran dari berbagai bangsa, jadi kalau ada yang beda dikit mereka udah nggak asing lagi.

6. Peluk-peluk antara temen cowok dan cewek disini itu biasa banget dan nggak selamanya menandakan hubungan spesial *ceileh.

7. Orang Amerika itu nggak suka nyetrika karena mereka pikir itu nggak perlu. Bajunya dibiarin kusut semua. Nggak juga sih, soalnya mesin cucinya canggih, jadi kalau kusut kadang nggak keliatan banget. Aku kadang masih suka nyetrika, tapi setrika-nya hostfam nggak asoy, nggak bisa sampai licin-cin-cin banget. JAdi ya udah, jarang deh nyetrika, haha..