Yiye (Millycent) Yang, Grade 12
UWC Mostar
There was enough tossing and turning. As I reached my phone placed on the bedside table, a dim ray of sunlight slipped from under the French window curtain into the dark room. Then, surprisingly yet expectedly, the time read 4: 52. Days like this usually start off with pulling myself out of bed to make iced coffee while accompanied by chirps from early morning birds.
The rocking chair placed on the balcony was my perfect companion. I grabbed an unfinished book from the lower bookshelf, took the mug of coffee, and slowly walked towards the glowing sunlight from outside. As I turned each page of the second-hand book, I could scent the delightful mixture of everything present in the air. Breezes of wind blew, and tree leaves landed on the balcony floor. I collected the brightest one, slipped it in to add more color to the plain book.
After some time, it was almost noon. A spontaneous decision was made. Leaving the apartment was the first step. I sat down on a bench near the towering statue located in the center of the square. Chatters in different unfamiliar languages can be heard, yet there is more. The honking of the yellow taxis, whistling from the patrolling police, and high-pitched sirens from far distances gradually approaching, all take place together at the same time. Then I walked closer to the cross-road, where taxi drivers frequently yell: “Taxi? Madame” I shook my head and continued down the hills.
The rocking chair placed on the balcony was my perfect companion. I grabbed an unfinished book from the lower bookshelf, took the mug of coffee, and slowly walked towards the glowing sunlight from outside. As I turned each page of the second-hand book, I could scent the delightful mixture of everything present in the air. Breezes of wind blew, and tree leaves landed on the balcony floor. I collected the brightest one, slipped it in to add more color to the plain book.
After some time, it was almost noon. A spontaneous decision was made. Leaving the apartment was the first step. I sat down on a bench near the towering statue located in the center of the square. Chatters in different unfamiliar languages can be heard, yet there is more. The honking of the yellow taxis, whistling from the patrolling police, and high-pitched sirens from far distances gradually approaching, all take place together at the same time. Then I walked closer to the cross-road, where taxi drivers frequently yell: “Taxi? Madame” I shook my head and continued down the hills.
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