I opened my eyes.
Ahh have I fallen asleep on the bus again? Indeed I have not had a lot of sleep for the past few days. I definitely should start sleeping earlier. Ever since I received the first letter from him, I have not been able to sleep early… With classes starting again, proper sleep is a must… I must tell myself to sleep early from now on…
I looked around me. Oh… My long lost primary school schoolmates… I have not seen them for 7 years… Why are they here?
The familiar school bus driver and the familiar school bus nanny… Ahh… It’s been so long… I sure am glad to see them again…
Hmm… It looks like we are approaching Mandy’s home soon…
“Since it is the last time I’m sitting on this school bus, I’ve made you this thank you card,” Mandy said as she gave the card to the school bus nanny.
“It’s for both you and Uncle Shaw,” she smiled before getting off the school bus.
The driver, Uncle Shaw, turned and said ‘thank you’ to her.
“Aww you didn’t have to!” said the bus nanny.
“Hehe~ Byyye!” Mandy waved goodbye as the door started to close.
“Thank you for the card! Farewell!” the bus nanny waved back as the door closed completely and the bus started to move again.
Huh… It must have been ultra lucky… We had the same school bus company for secondary school and primary school? I didn’t think I would see any of my primary school schoolmates again… But I never asked them for their contact details… I have regretted that since our graduation…
I remember back in Primary 6, people exchanged “commemorative books”. I never understood why they were called that, since they were really just sheets of paper. Come to think of it, it is probably cause they were put together to form a book…
Our teachers strongly discouraged us to write those before graduation, even though people didn’t care and started distributing them throughout Primary 6…
I have written for numerous schoolmates, but sadly I never asked anyone for any contact details… I always assumed they’d write to me… and then I could get their contact details
But it’s been 7 years… and none of them did…
But there’s this one guy who I wanted to meet the most with… He went by the name “Lewis” and wrote a fantasy novel. He asked me to be his editor. Although seeing as to how by the time he asked me, I was already about to graduate…
Yeah… There were a number of other schoolmates who sat in the school bus and ever since they graduated, it had felt more empty and quiet…
Nevertheless, Lewis was one year below me… I had no idea how it was going to work… Since I only had a few months to be his editor… And yet… being an editor sounded so cool… He would give me his draft and I would read it every day, making comments about it… Since he was always the first to get off the school bus as he lived nearest to the school, I always only had a chance to read a bit of it… And thus the progress was slow… Yet, I really liked the story…
How was I going to be his editor after graduation? It couldn’t just all end… right?
How wrong I was… It definitely did end just like that…
I was always under the belief that God would not let such “horrible” things happen to me, if you’ll even consider that “horrible”… But whatever the case, contact between us ceased…
He was one of my only friends… And he got into trouble with a lot of others, the bus nanny did not like him… But I liked him… We were friends… But because we weren’t in the same year, we never saw each other outside of the school bus… Since we were not allowed to go to other floors…
Ahh the memories…
I turned around, and there I saw him…
Lewis.
Ah yes… He always sat behind me in the school bus. That’s how we became friends, and how he shared his work with me on the school bus…
“Lewis!”
He was about to get off the bus.
“Please, I know this sounds weird, but, I seriously need your address! I couldn’t explain why at the moment, but please! Since this is the last day of school!”
Lewis smiled at me and said, “Ahh but you could always write to me.”
“But I don’t have your address! How could I-”
The walls of my dormitory materialized before my eyes.
I was lying on the bed, in my college accommodation.
I felt cold wind blowing at me… Oh of course… the window. I had left it open before I went to sleep… I should close it or else I’m not going to make it to class tomorrow due to not getting enough sleep… It is, winter after all…
I got up to close my window. Looking at the desk next to it, I see the pile of love letters written to me by Reginald. Oh Reginald… Will I be able to see you… and if so, when?
I took my clock and held it to the window.
Oh… It’s 5:31am…
I seriously need to get back to sleep or else I’m not going to get any better in classes…
And so I put down my clock and went back onto my bed, trying to clear my mind and fall back into sleep…