#BookbedFictory 040: ‘First Day Jitters’

by Christianne Fayth Ong
This year’s Fictory is in partnership with BRUMULTIVERSE, a fictional multiple universe with dimensions, realms and parallel realities where amazing stories happen. All fics use the prompt: “The Main Character wakes up on the first day of school, late for their classes in a university to which they don’t remember enrolling.”

“Welcome to Berkeley-Reagan University, freshmen!” the man shouts.

Mayari’s gaze wanders around Bayanihan Hall.

“I am your Dean, George Whitman. It is an honor to be with you at our Freshmen Orientation.” The speaker goes on as the noise of the hall dies down.

“We are fortunate to have our sophomores guide you today. If not, you would have been scattered all around the campus by now.” The man in the white suit grins as the students chuckle at the joke he made.

His deep voice reverberates across the hall. “Now, to get on with things quickly. Surely, you are bored with the rules, as all students are

You look in the same direction his eyes land upona blue light glowing, slowly coming near you.

” another ripple of laughter. “Along with the mission and vision, but better discuss it now than put it off in the future.”

Mayari studies Dean Whitman as he walks across the stage. Her eyes dart to the cane the Dean is holding. The cane is black; long, slick, and smooth to the touch, with a blue gem attached to its handle.

“And for attending the freshmen orientation, you will be rewarded with a ‘Welcome to School’ buffet at the Mess Hall!”

The crowd breaks into applause once again.

The dean’s walking stick catches her attention. The blue crystal hypnotizes her, her eyes sinking into its jagged texture. For a split second, the walking stick emitted a blue glow. Mayari rubs her eyes. The blue glow disappeared. Perhaps her eyes are playing tricks on her.

She looks up and sees the Dean locking his eyes with hers.

“So,” George Whitman grins. “Shall we begin?”

Mayari tears away from his gaze as her mind begins to wander.

“How did I get here?”

She recalls the moments leading to the Bayanihan Hall. She woke up in a dormitory, with a girl. What was her name again? 

“Mayari, wake up.” Mayari’s eyes opened slowly. Her hair is disheveled and her mouth is dry. A girl with red hair wakes her up. Her hand is on Mayari’s arm, shaking her gently.

“You need to go. It’s Freshmen Orientation time!” The girl said in a cheerful tone. Mayari closes her eyes in annoyance. She groans and covers her head with the blanket.

Wait a minute.

Why is there a girl in her room?

Mayari jolts awake, sits upright, and scans the room. This isn’t her bedroom. Where is she?

“Where am I? Who are you?” Mayari asks, her voice rising. Was she kidnapped? Why couldn’t she remember anything? Who is this woman in front of her? 

“You were just like me when I was a freshman.” The girl laughs. “I couldn’t remember anything!” Mayari stops and stares at the woman in front of her. The redhead smiles and puts her hand out in front of Mayari.

“I’m Hana. I’m a sophomore, and I’ll be your roommate.”

Mayari shakes her hand, silent as the woman continues to flash her smile at her. 

The girl, no—Hana, opens the closet beside the study table and brings out a uniform. 

“You got here late last night. No wonder you didn’t hear the alarm.”

She tosses the clothes to Mayari.

“Get up, get dressed, breakfast is on the table. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

Mayari stays silent. Her mind still has so many questions. 

How did she get here? Where is she? Why is she here?

Hana claps her hands. Mayari jumps at the sudden sound and looks at her roommate.

“You’re gonna be late!”

The sophomore walks out and closes the door, leaving Mayari to change into her uniform.

Mayari looks at the clothes she is holding. A long-sleeved cotton blouse with a purple patterned skirt reaching up above her knees. Her blue vest is laid out along with the rest of her uniform. 

Mayari changes into her uniform. Her mind races as she asks question after question, trying to remember what led her here.

‘I remember going to bed and wearing these pajamas. But that was home. This isn’t home. How did I get here? When did I get here?’

Mayari grabs her stuff on the study table and closes the door. She stares at the breakfast laid out in front of her. She takes a bite and stares at the open space.

A few minutes later, Hana emerges from the dorm room, wearing the same uniform as her. “Are you done?”

Mayari nods, swallowing the last of her food. She stands and takes the plate with her, putting them on the dishwasher.

Hana smiles. “All right! Get your bag and cellphone. Is it there already?”

Mayari nods.

“Good! Time to go.”

Hana clings her arms around Mayari’s and beams. “I’ll walk you to the Bayanihan Hall for your freshmen orientation, then I have to go to class. Okay?”

Mayari forces a smile and nods. 

The two head outside and walk in silence. Surprised, she looks at Hana. Her roommate’s lips are in a straight line. Her eyes lack emotion. She notices the same thing to the other students. The cheerful girl who woke her up minutes ago looks solemn, her mood unreadable. Mayari opens her mouth, but Hana shushes her.

“Don’t talk to anyone. Stay quiet.” Hana whispers.

Mayari closes her mouth. She looks away from Hana and stares straight ahead. After an endless walk, the two stop in front of the Bayanihan Hall.

Hana lets go of Mayari’s arm. She looks at the freshman. “Now, anything and everything you need is in your bag. If you need anything, call me on your cell phone. My number is already there. Don’t talk to other freshmen until you had your lunch.”

“Wait, what?” Mayari asks.

Hana cuts her question off with a sharp look. 

“And remember to ALWAYS follow the rules.”

Hana pats Mayari’s arms. 

“See you later at the dorm before you go to sleep, okay? I want to hear all about your adventure.” She winks before walking away.

“Freshmen students of Berkeley-Reagan University, please proceed inside the Bayanihan Hall. The orientation will begin shortly.”

Mayari stares at the looming building in front of her. Breathing deep, she takes her steps and walks towards the building.

One question answered. She’s at Berkeley-Reagan University.

But that raised even more questions.

How did she enroll her?

When did she enroll here?

This is one of the most prestigious universities in the Philippines. How could her parents possibly afford her to study here?

Did she get a scholarship?

But if so, how did she get one?

Mayari walks inside the building. More people guide them to a massive hall. 

The hall is filled with empty seats. Taking her seat, no one bothers to speak or even look at each other. 

Were they also given the same instructions?

Mayari brings her attention back to the deep voice. Dean Whitman has finished most of the rules and is on to the announcements.

“And one final announcement:” The dean scans the room and spots the white-haired girl. The two make eye contact. “There are several rooms and halls under renovation. You are NOT ALLOWED to enter these rooms.” The tension in the room rises as the celebratory mood of the students fades. Mayari continues to lock her eyes with the Dean.

Murmurs rise and the atmosphere tenses.

The dean breaks away first, looking away from her and to the sea of students. His frown turns upside down and smiles.

“And now, that all these ‘shenanigans’ as you say is done, off to the Mess Hall! Your first class will begin at 2:30 pm. Enjoy your lunch and have a great time at BRU!”

Her mind still wandering, Mayari stands up and gets her bag. The teachers guide the freshmen to the Mess Hall. None of the students have started any conversation yet. Her mind drifts back to what Hana said. “Don’t talk to other freshmen until you had your lunch.” 

Arriving at the Mess Hall, she lines up to where the students are moving forward along with the selection of food there is available.

The servers in front of them smile warmly as she looks at the varied selection of foods. She smiles at the women serving her.

“What would you like for your lunch, dear?”

“The okonomiyaki please.”

“Excellent choice.” The server smiles and hands her the bowl.

Mayari reaches to take the bowl from the woman and puts it on her tray. 

Mayari thanks the woman and turns to face the hall. The noises she hears are only clangs of utensils scraping the food. For a food hall, the place is eerily silent, devoid of conversation and laughter

You look in the same direction his eyes land upona blue light glowing, slowly coming near you.

what a regular cafeteria should sound like.

She spots an empty seat beside the window and settles to sit by herself. Her mouth waters at the sight of the meal in front of her. The combination of mochi with the cabbage and the fried egg makes her stomach grumble at the thought of eating the food. She takes her spoon and proceeds to take a bite from the oko. Her mouth sizzles and sings in joy with the unique taste. The savory and sweet flavors mix and tangle together. She sighs in satisfaction, enjoying her lunch.

Halfway past eating her food, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns and looks up. A woman, possibly in her sixties, smiles. Her gray-ashen hair and her eyes smile along with her mouth, showing the creases near her eyes.

“Hello, dear! Welcome to Mess Hall,” the elder woman smiles at Mayari.

“How is your first day so far?” she asks.

Mayari pauses, pondering on her words before answering. “Confusing, I guess.”

“That’s normal. It is your first day. What’s your first class?”

“I haven’t checked yet.”

“Ah, first days are so funny! Not for the freshmen of course, but for the spectators.”

Mayari smiles at the woman. Her mind questions what the woman said. “Spectators?”

“Well, check after you eat. It’s probably in your bag. In the secret pocket at the very back.” The woman says. Mayari stares at her, aghast at how she could know the small detail.

“How did you know I have a secret po

You look in the same direction his eyes land upona blue light glowing, slowly coming near you.

“Oh,” Manang Tey-Tey interrupts her. “And if you need or want to request any food, just call for my name, it’s Manang Tey-Tey.” She says, tapping her on the shoulder, before walking to another student.

As soon as the woman is out of her sight, Mayari gets her bag. She opens the main pocket and grabs the zipper of her hidden pocket. Her hand trembles as she pulls out her enrollment form, along with the school book, manual, map, and guidelines in her pocket. She unfolds her enrollment form, opens it, and scans her schedule. 

TTh: She has Literature class at 2:30 pm. Breathing deep, she puts the items back to the pocket and zips it shut. Sighing, she finishes the other half of her food in a sunken mood.

Getting up, she picks up her tray along with the bowl and leaves it in the “to clean” area. She looks around the hall again. Noise is picking up. Students who finished their lunch conversing with one another. She grips her bag and leaves the hall.

Opening her bag, she peers into the pocket and spots the school map. She grabs hold of it and takes it out of her bag. “Sorry,” Mayari says, bumping into a student as she zips her bag close.


Mayari stops and turns around.

A girl with almost the same uniform as her. Her black hair waves down to her waist. What caught Mayari’s eye though, was the bracelet. A simple design, with a key dangling and attached to it. She looks at the girl again and gasps.

“Annie! Oh my god, you’re here! Thank goodness I found you!”

Mayari rushes to Annie and the two squeeze each other tightly. Letting go, Mayari looks at her friend and asks, “I thought you’re going to Saint Claire?” 

“BRU offered a varsity scholarship. So I decided to transfer.” 

Mayari holds Annie’s hand and cups it with both of hers. 

“What are you enrolled in now? Weren’t you supposed to take Child Development?”

“Yup! But I’m taking Psychology now, so it’s not that far off a course. What about you? What program are you taking?”

Mayari freezes. Her smile glued to her face, she scrambles her brain to recall what program she’s taking. Remembering her enrollment form, her mind pictures the program written at the top of the paper. 

“Literature! I’m taking literature.”

“Why does it look like you’re aren’t sure?” Annie tosses her head back and lets out a laugh.

Mayari lets go of her friend’s hands. Her smile fades. She looks down and puts her arms on her waist, embracing herself. 

“Mayari, it’s just a joke!” Annie grabs her friend’s arm and tugs it out of her embrace. “Are you still in your first-day jitters? You’re a nervous wreck!”

Mayari looks up and faces Annie. “Can I tell you something serious?”

Annie notices the change in Mayari’s features.

“How about we talk it out over boba? I know a good place on campus?” Annie suggests. She wiggles her eyebrows and her lips curl up. She nudges Mayari gently. Annie smiles and lets out a small giggle. Mayari laughs, for the first time during the day.

“Sounds good.” 

Annie wraps her arms around Mayari’s, and the two walk together towards the boba shop.

“Hello, welcome to Huchi-Fuchi, Hearthy Milk Tea for you to serve!” The cashier greets them.

“What will you have?” asks Annie.

“Milk Foam Green Tea. What about you?”

“Milk Foam Brown Sugar Oolong.”

The two walk to the cashier and place their orders.

“I have class in a few minutes,” Mayari informs Annie. “Is it okay if we walk while taking our drinks?”

“Sure! But you still owe me your story.”

Mayari grins. “You got it.”

“Milk Foam Green Tea and Milk Foam Brown Sugar Oolong for Mayari and Annie!”

The two get their milk teas and thank the cashier. Getting the straws, they punch it into the cups. Taking in the first sip, the girls sigh in unison, smiling at the cool sensation of their drinks.

“So, your story?” Annie asks.

“Right. It’s honestly so weird,” says Mayari. The two exit the place and walk to Rosal Hall. 

Mayari opens the school map and sees the purple roof of the Rosal Hall. “Let’s go this way.”

“Okay,” Annie says. “Switch drinks for a sip?”

Mayari nods happily. The two switch drinks and take a sip.

“Hmm,” ponders Annie. “I can taste the green tea.”

“And I can taste your lip gloss.” Mayari retorts.

Annie laughs as the two switch their drinks back.

Mayari proceeds to tell her what happened. By the time she finished, they had reached the front of Rosal Hall.

Annie stops walking and faces her, 

“Huh, that is weird. You should remember this since senior year was us choosing where we would go and what we would study. Do you even know how you could afford to study here?”

Mayari shakes her head in silence.

“Gosh,” Annie says. She cups her forehead, stepping back.

“Should we go to the clinic?”


The two ponder in silence before Mayari speaks up.

“Isn’t it odd though that I remember everything about my senior year except how I got into this university?”

Annie stays silent.

Mayari recounts. “I don’t remember how I enrolled here. I don’t remember how I came here and woke up in my dorm. And I don’t remember what program I applied to. Isn’t it strange that I can’t remember all of this important information, but I can clearly remember the school you were supposed to go to and the program you would have been studying?”

Annie puts her hand on her chin, “That is true. So, why can’t you remember anything?”

The two girls stay silent, both their glances distant.

Mayari sighs and looks down, feeling overwhelmed. She looks at Annie and tells her, “Let’s keep it between us for now. It’s time for me to go to class. What do you have first?”

“I’m having a Language Elective at four pm. I got French. You?”

Mayari only smiles.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Annie looks at her.

Mayari shakes her head.

Annie sighs.

“Go to class. Get through the day. And text me if anything else happens, okay?”

Mayari nods. “Okay.”

Annie walks away from Mayari. She waves to her friend.

Mayari smiles and waves back. Sighing, she opens her bag and gets her enrollment form.

Mayari looks at her schedule “LIT12: LITERATURE: GLOBAL VOICES AND ENCOUNTERS TTH 2:30-4:00 PM ROSAL310”

Mayari steps into Rosal Hall. Going up to the third floor, she looks for her room until she spots it. 310.

She goes into the classroom and spots an open seat near the windows. She walks toward it and takes her seat.

Sitting down, Mayari recalls the events that happened throughout the day. Pondering on it further, she realized it was a fairly normal day if she thought about it.

She woke up in a dorm room.

Her roommate helped her go to the main hall for the orientation.

She ate in the cafeteria.
She saw her friend.

And she went to class.

Her eyes follow the direction of a leaf falling slowly to the ground. Her first day is a normal day. It should be a normal day.

But why couldn’t she remember anything about choosing, applying, and enrolling in BRU?

And why did Hana instruct her not to talk to anyone until she’s had her lunch at the cafeteria?

And how did Manang Tey-Tey know about her secret pocket?

Something wasn’t adding up.

“Okay, class.” She tears away from the window and looks at the man in front of the classroom. “My name is Prof. Galang Kal. You may call me Prof. Kal. Welcome to LIT12: Global Voices and Encounters. Let’s start our session with a question: What made you take literature? And I don’t want all that I love reading books kind of crap. Give me a deeper, personal, and more vulnerable answer.”

Mayari listens to her classmates as they introduce themselves and give their answers. When it was her turn, she stands and smiles.

“Hi everyone, my name is Mayari. I decided to take literature, because I love books, just like all of us.” The class smiles at her answer. The professor looks at her, waiting for further explanation.

Her arms instinctively wrap around her waist as she considers her next words. “A special reason for me is, literature brings life.”

She breathes deeply and continues, “Seeing how a story can make us relive what has happened hundreds of years ago, in a completely different place, or even in a world we never knew existed, brings comfort to me. Maybe I can find myself in these pieces of writing, or try to find what I’ve lost somewhere, someplace. Maybe in literature, I can hope to learn more of the world around me, and discover the world within me. Because isn’t that what literature really is all about? Trying to find a piece of ourselves within those pages, trying to belong in the thousands of stories, trying to find a secret haven?”

Her classmates nod at her in agreement.

Professor Kal nods in her direction, “Thank you, Ms.?”

“Luan.” answers Mayari as she takes her seat.

“Thank you, Ms. Luan. Let’s move on to our next student.”

By the time the entire class is done, so has the time for their first meeting. As the professor dismisses the class, he assigns them their first task, “Write a 500-page reflection paper on your favorite book or the book that gave you an impact in your life. This will be due next week. Got it?”

The class murmurs in agreement. Mayari gets her bag and exits the classroom. She grabs her enrollment form and the school map from her bag. Seeing she has no classes left for the day, she heads to the library to start on her paper.

Pushing the door open, she smiles at the familiar sensation of the books surrounding her once again.

“Good afternoon, Mayari.”

Mayari jumps. She turns in the direction of the voice and sees a young man in a yellow shirt with a black suit. She questions him, “How do you know my name?”

The young man smiles. “Apologies for startling you. My name is Julio, the chief librarian in BRU.”

Mayari looks at the man. “Hello, Julio.”

Julio only smiles at her reaction. He gets a piece of paper from his table and hands it to Mayari.

“Here are your working hours concerning your scholarship.” Says Julio. 

She takes the paper and looks at it. Work concerning my scholarship?

“Right now, I assume you will be studying?”

Mayari looks up and smiles. “Yes. But is it my first day today? Do you want me to get started?”

Julio shakes his head. “No. Someone else is assigned during this schedule. Your first day in the Library will begin tomorrow. I will be orienting you of your tasks and duties then.”

“Thank you, Julio. May I ask where the computer area is?”

Julio shows her the direction. She thanks him and heads to the computer area.

Mayari spots an available computer and takes her seat. She puts her bag on her lap as she begins to make her class schedule. 

“You also sat near the window in the cafeteria earlier. I’m guessing that must be a habit?”

Mayari looks to the right and sees the person talking to her. The boy doesn’t look up as he types on his computer with utmost concentration. The student stops typing and looks at Mayari. “I’m Ibis. What’s your name?” The boy smiles.

Mayari smiles back, “Mayari. Must be a habit I guess.” She shrugs her shoulders. “How’d you notice?” Mayari asks.

“Not much slips past me. And this white hair,” he points, “is very unique.”

Mayari retorts, “A lot of students have white hair.”

“Yours is different. How do you put it?” Julio rolls his eyes to the sky, reflecting, “like its color is almost the same as silk? No, that’s not the right comparison. It’s like—”

“The glow of the moonlight?” Mayari guesses.

“Yes!” Ibis agrees. “How did you know?”

“My parents used to tell me that. ‘It was a different kind of white.’ Guess they’re not the only ones who thought of that.”

“No, I guess not.”

Mayari and Ibis share a smile. 

“So, Ibis, what are you working on?” Mayari asks.

“I’m writing a paper on Philippine mythology. You?”

“Organizing my schedule, then working on a reflection paper on a book.”

Ibis nods. “All right then, I’ll leave you to it.”

Mayari smiles as they both type away.

The two continue working, Ibis focusing on his work with Mayari typing away. The two sneak glances at each other and smile, as if the pair share a secret while doing their work.

Mayari stretches her hands up towards the ceiling. She looks at the time and sees two hours have passed.

Mayari closes the tabs on the computer and shuts it down. She grabs her backpack and stands up.

“Leaving already?” Ibis asks. His hair reaches down to his shoulders as he looks up.

Mayari nods. “I’m done for the day.”

Ibis nods. “Okay, then.”

Mayari stands idly, smiling. “I guess it’s ‘see you when I see you’?”

“Can it be soon?” asks Ibis.


“Can I see you again soon? But not in a library. Can we have dinner sometime?”

Ibis smiles. Mayari blushes.

“Just say yes or no, Mayari. I’ll accept any answer.” He smiles.

“Um, yes, I guess?” Mayari says. “I’m sorry, I’m just—”

“Caught off guard.” Ibis finishes her sentence. He pulls out his phone and hands it to her. “What’s your number?”

Mayari types in her cellphone number before handing him the phone.

“Okay, then. I’ll get going now.” says Ibis, smiling at Mayari.

Mayari smiles and waves as Ibis walks away.

Mayari walks to the comfort room. Walking to the narrow hall, she spots the three doors. 


Mayari walks to the girls’ door, but for some reason, her feet go near the restricted door. Holding her breath, she lifts her hand.

“I see you found one of the doors under renovation.” 

Mayari puts her hand down and turns around. She spots the black cane with the blue gem and immediately notices the owner. Dean George Whitman faces her and smiles. He extends his hand to her and says,

“So you are Mayari Luan, one of our full scholars.”

Mayari smiles. “Yes, sir. Thank you so much for allowing me to study at BRU.” She takes his hand and shakes it.

“How is your first day, so far?” The dean lets go of her hand.

“A little nerve-racking, to be honest.”

The dean chuckles, “All freshmen are. Are you going to the comfort room?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, then. Well, I must leave you now. Julio is asking for me.” The dean says.

Mayari bows and watches the Dean leave. The blue gem produces a faint glow. Mayari blinks again. But, like at the orientation earlier, it was as if it was all in her imagination.

Mayari walks to the dormitory and sees Hana sipping on a cup and reading a book.

She greets the freshman. “Hi, Mayari! Rough first day?”

Mayari smiles, “I guess you could say that.”

“Wanna tell me all about it? I have some hot cocoa or some tea if you want?”

Mayari smiles. The cold-hearted sophomore earlier has morphed back into a cheerful girl. “Hot cocoa please.”

Hana nods. “All right, you can change first while I get it ready.”

Mayari nods. She enters her bedroom and sees the window by the bed. The moon is in a crescent tonight, and sighs.

Changing into her pajamas, Mayari continues to stare at the moon, hugging herself.

“Mayari, I’m coming in!” Hana says.

“You’re a moon-lover, I see,”

Mayari’s eyes tear away from the moon as she sees Hana walking towards her. She hands her the hot cocoa, and Mayari sees the tattoo on her hand. A drawing of the sun rising from the seas.

“I got that tattoo before going here as a freshman,” Hana says. “I could tell you all about it if you tell me how your first day went,” Hana says slyly. Mayari laughs.

“All right, you got it.”

The pair talked as the stars and the moon shone in the darkness. Mayari left out the odd things that happened, along with the blue gem that she saw with the cane.

“So, you saw your best friend, had a literature class, met a really cute guy—”

“You don’t even know what he looks like!” Mayari says.

Hana teases her. “I don’t need to know what he looks like. Your cheeks turning red when you talk about him says enough.”

Mayari hides her smile as she sips her drink.

Hana pokes her arm as Mayari tries—and fails—to hide her smile. “So, he is cute!”

Mayari laughs. The two stay silent as they look at the window. The birds have gone silent and the two look at the night sky.

Hana sighs and breaks the silence. “Tomorrow is a new day. Get some sleep, Mayari.”

Mayari nods as Hana takes her empty cup. “Thank you, Hana. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. And by the way,” she says as she walks towards the door,

“You’re making your own breakfast tomorrow.”

Mayari laughs. Hana smiles and closes the door.

Mayari gets into bed and pulls the blankets. The moon is still shining. The wind is still blowing. Her mind wanders as the moon pulls her into a lullaby.

Slowly, everything turns black. Her mind succumbs to her dreams.

“Mayari, you need to open the door!” A voice calls.

Mayari turns around. She’s back in the library, in the narrow hallway. The voice is clear, as if someone was talking next to her.

“Mayari, your sister is in there! Tala is on the other side! You need to open the door!”

The voice is deep, familiar. She couldn’t place where she heard the voice before.

Mayari turns around again, looking for the source of the voice.

“Mayari, open the door!” A hand grabs her. 

She struggles to tear away, but finds herself looking straight into the black eyes of someone she met earlier.

Ibis. His hand is still wrapped around her wrist, and Mayari stops resisting, looking at him with wide eyes, her eyes wide, confusion written across her face.

“Mayari, you have to open the door, on the night of the eclipse, do you hear me?”

“Why do I have to open the door? Why can’t you—?”

“I have no time! He’s going to know I talked to you here.” He looks around.

You look in the same direction his eyes land upon—a blue light glowing, slowly coming near you.

“That’s—” Mayari says.

“The blue gem from Whitman.”

He gets a piece of paper from his pocket and puts it in your hand.

“Tell Hana everything. Annie too.”

Mayari glances down and sees the paper. It’s rough, with a design of a bird and a moon. She quickly looks up and questions Ibis.

“How do you know who they are?”

Ibis glances again at the blue glow.

“I’ll tell you more soon, but not here.”

He looks into Mayari’s eyes with urgency.

“You need to stay in BRU, Mayari. Okay?”

“Where else will I go?” Mayari asks, breaking a joke.

“Promise you’ll stay.”

Mayari looks at Ibis.

“I promise.”

Ring! Ring! 

Mayari’s eyes open. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Mayari yawns and sits up straight slowly.

What a weird dream

She lifts her hand and grabs her alarm. She stops and sees the paper lying beside it.

The paper has a crescent moon with a bird engraved on it. ☁️

Christianne Fayth Ong is a preschool teacher, an aspiring writer, and an amateur skipper. She is known for her achievements in writing as two of her writings were published by CSM Publishing, entitled Take Heart: Letters of Faith, Hope, and Love in September 2019, and by ForgeFiction on Amazon titled QuarantineFiction Anthology: Written Stories and Memoirs from People Across the Globe.
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