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104 creative sparks a collection of creative writing by EPTS 105

TIME FLIES

(IT REALLY DOES)

: SUPITSARA PATTARASINMANO, NUTCHA AROONPAIRODJANAKUL and SIRADA TRITRUENGTASSANA
: NATJANAN MONGKOLSUPAWAN

It’s a beautiful summer day. With his teacher interrupts his train of
the sun out, the clear blue sky, the soft, thoughts.
cool breeze blowing in the room through Thomas realizes that he sighs just
an open window, today is the perfect a tad bit too loud. He gulps and
day to play outside. Unfortunately, answers, “Nothing.” best friend, whines as he struggles to in the summer like a pair of loving,
Thomas is stuck in his boring English “Nothing, what?” his teacher asks keep up with him. caressing hands, but cold and stern in
class, where his teacher rants on and pointedly. “Don’t be such a wimp, Henry! This the winter, stabbing into his face like a
on about the stupid school ceremonies. “Nothing. I don’t have any problem.” IS warming up,” he laughs. thousand knives. He can almost taste
He heaves a sigh, wishing desperately “I don’t have any problem, SIR!” Thomas speeds up as he watches freedom in the back of his mind. The
to be outside, roaming the streets with Thomas suppresses his sigh, and the town, trees, shops, passerby and fleeting sensation of flying and the
his gang on his beautiful motorcycle. answers monotonously, “I don’t have its entire surroundings fly past his exuberant feeling of going yet faster
Today his teacher hands out a new any problem sir.” peripheral vision. Riding his motorcycle than before thrills him to the core.
book. Thomas jots his name on the front His teacher huffs indignantly and always clears his head, like he can Flying has always been every man’s
cover nonchalantly. He doesn’t even continues his lesson. Meanwhile, leave all his troubles and worries behind ultimate dream, and Thomas is no
bother to cast a glance at the title. Thomas continues his daydreaming. him and enjoy the thrill of the ride. He exception to that dream. He wants to
Every book is the same, boring and *** loves how it makes him feel, the go out, explore the world, and live his
useless. “Thomas, slow down mate, we’re adrenaline rush, the way the wind blew life. He certainly doesn’t need any of
“Do you have a problem, Mr. Reidinger?” just warming up remember?” Henry, his against his face; warm and embracing the useless crap from his schoolbooks.