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Sunday, November 14, 2010

Caldera

Caldera looked across the sky to the wood beyond, admiring. Mist lay heavy in the air, thick as cream where it scudded across the ground, dissolving to a thin smoking haze higher up. Caldera could feel its coldness although she wore a thick sweater tightly around her. She knew something that was clearly in her mind, the forest would be so cold during the night.
     And there she was, in a trip bus, headed to their camp site which in the woods, at the top of hills, with Olive beside her. Caldera holds her hands tightly. A clock of feared suddenly faded her chest. She tried to comfort herself, imagined the beautiful forest, the ocean-blue sky with the beautiful scenery of flora and fauna and the good time she will spent with her friends, especially Ryan Robertson.
     She saw Olive, still snored like a little baby beside her.  Olive still held the little I-pod which her father bought for her on her 16th birthday last month and the ear-phone was still in her ears. Likely she was dreaming of something sweet.
       Caldera turned her head at the back, wondered what Ryan was doing. The cold air in the bus chills her neck and grows in her spine. Caldera wrapped her sweater, tightly around her. Luckily she wore that before the long journey start. Ryan, she saw, wore a sky-blue leather jacket, crossing his arms and his eyes were closed. He was gently sleeping. Beside him was Owen Matthew, who was sitting next the window, still looked energize. He was staring outside the window. Perhaps, thinking the same thing as Caldera. Caldera saw, his red-gold hair fell on his brow, and he swept it back using the back of his hand. As he turned, something catches Caldera’s eyes and their eyes met that moment. Caldera felt something strange and quickly took away her gazed from those lads. She was afraid to meet those green eyes of his.
       Her heart thumped loudly. She knew she needed a rest. And so, she leaned her head slowly on the chairs. Her eyelids started to be so heavy and heavier and heavier every minute goes. Caldera gasped a long breath of the cool air until she could only see the darkness. And yet, she was asleep.
        The bus was so calm, no noise and Caldera was dreaming.

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