Turned Into Anything

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          In a cold room, it was a rainy afternoon and everyone was at their usual seats but someone decided to sit somewhere different. She can't help but think about "ANYTHING", what is anything? You know the definition of anything, you have and can search it in your dictionary, it says, "ANYTHING represents nothing is present or any action or event cannot or will never happen ."  But the certain someone can't help but think, what if something or even someone can just be anything. Can such thing happen? Can someone or something important fade away and leave, and you, just let it become anything. Its hard to think that such thing can happen to anyone.

         That someone began to think about her certain friends. Their whole group and close friends can just turn into anything. Then it finally hit her in the head. Something or even SOMEONE had became into ANYTHING! She just didn't notice it till now. The blocking in facebook, the not answering texts and the not looking when she calls them. Before, she was just completely confused because she just can't seem to find any reason in why those that were really close to her suddenly fades away.

         Her thoughts was suddenly interrupted by her AP teacher who entered the room and started the lesson. After the hour was finished and they had to go home early. It was a Friday and luckily she got a ride quickly. She wanted to leave, she wanted to be alone even for a short amount of time. She, being distracted in her thoughts she didn't realized that she was already there. As usual, Friday afternoons is a hassle. the streets of Lipa City full of vehicles, stuck in traffic. With all the thinking she decided to take a bite and entered the nearest fast food chain.

        She went in line and was finally greeted by a cheerful girl at the counter named "Eva". She said her order and had to wait for 5 more minutes. She chose a seat next to the window. While waiting she watched the slow moving cars, the stressed people passing by, some entering to take a bite or just to intake the cold breeze of the area. Her thoughts was again disturbed by the waiter named , "Josh", he  had a smile on his face and said, "Enjoy your meal ma'am." She was about to take a bite of her hotdog sandwich that she ordered but she got distracted by the noise. She looked behind her and saw a group of students. She then remembered about ANYTHING. She then wanted to leave so she just requested for a paper bag and just wrapped her sandwich and fries to go.

       She then got a ride to go home. It was traffic so she got the time to think. She thought about those who became ANYTHING. She then thought that maybe its because of her moodiness or even her being a INTROVERT. She then started to think about the WHAT IF'S. What if she changed? What if she didn't leave those who cared for her? Would she still feel the pain? She can't blame anyone. Its her fault too.

       She can accept it, that nothing will change back. But the only thing she wants is FORGIVENESS. Forgiveness to those who turned into ANYTHING. 

       Her thoughts was again interrupted when the driver told her that she was already there. She thanked the man and paid and had to wait for a few more minutes because she was locked outside. She wanted to text those that were now ANYTHING but she just doesn't have the courage. So she just went inside and hoped for the best.

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