Today, something really strange happened to me. The sky was dark and covered with a blanket of clouds, the wind as breathing heavy with a low temperature that gave you chills the moment you walked out the door. No one was in sight and campus felt like a ghost town. The smell of fresh rain lingered in the air and the light was grey like the surface of the moon. Perfect setting for something out of the ordinary or creepy to happen.
I had a late night, sipping on coffee, reading every sentence three times making sure I could recall every word like a parrot does once you taught it how to speak for today’s test. So obviously I was pretty tired and had the Monday blues. Test went well, and that cheered me up completely, except the air was still dark and cold. I took the long path back to my dormitory, just because my mood was lifted and I felt like walking under the trees blooming in lovers lane. Legend says that if you and your lover walk through the canopy of leafs, holding hands and one of them falls on you, you are bound to get married in the next four years.
While walking back, admiring the sight of the budding trees, a strange character walked up to me like he knew me. I had no idea who he was. He was pretty chubby, had a round face like that of Johna Hill, short legs and had a creepy smile on his face. He mumbled something, but I just kept walking. I didn’t want this guy to spoil my mood and I thought he probably wanted to sell me something. As I continued along my path, I looked back and he stared at me as if he wanted to tell me something with a face like his best friend just ignored him.
Just a few meters further I saw a girl I recognized. I walked up to her and greeted her with a smile. She just looked at me as if she didn’t know who I was. I stood there, with a dumbfounded expression on my face, and didn’t have a word to say. We actually hung out before. This bothered me, And my mind started wandering off. What if I looked different today? Did I look like someone else? That’s probably why the Johna Hill character wanted to talk to me. He thought he knew me… “I am in another body” I thought to myself, like in the movie Freaky Friday, or The Change-up. That’s probably how they came up with a script like that. I started to panic and looked for the nearest thing I could see my reflection in. “Why has this happened to me”. Some kind of witch put a spell on me to learn me a lesson. “What did I do wrong”. I came up to a window stumbling over a random rock in the path, hurting my toe. I looked into the window with a terrified face like someone in my family just died. I saw myself. It was me! I sighed a breath of relief, and a smile appeared on my face, overpowering the terrified expression.
On my way back, walking cripple because my toe still hurt, I thought to myself how stupid I was thinking of something so foolish. “I watch to much TV” I said. I approached my residence, and when I walked through the door, one of my friends looked at me with a terrified face. I thought “this is it”. This was the icing on the cake. I am in a different persons body, unable to see it, feeling like myself, seeing myself, but looking like someone completely different to everyone else. I asked with a trembling voice an a tear almost freeing itself from the gland, “whats wrong?” He looked at me and burst out in laughter. Again I stood there, dumbstruck, unable to say a word. I didn’t understand what was going on. Then through his poignant laughter he uttered the words “I think there is something on your shoulder.”
I hurried back to my room just to find that a bird, probably while walking under the trees in lovers lane, has emptied the contents of its entire body on my shoulder.
This gave me an entire new meaning for the words “Blue Monday”. Sometimes I think these embarrassing things only happen to me. Luckily the weather was so awful that campus literally was a ghost town, and nobody else witnessed this catastrophe of mine.
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