SOMEONE'S POINT OF VIEW
My father fell into deep thought. 'However, there was something strange happened to Scarlette. All of sudden, she acted like she was talking to somebody that she could not see. Uh, maybe, she just hallucinated.' I looked at Dad, deciding if I was going to tell him about it but I did not at last.
He sat on his throne again. "Watch after her and tell me if she already knows. You may now go."
"No thanks from you, Dad?" I asked unbelievably. "I nearly get killed earlier," I told him, which was true. His eyes narrowed into slits but gave up. "All right. Thank you, My Daughter." I went out while smiling widely. 'It was not from his heart, at least, I know that he appreciates my hard work as his daughter.'
SCARLETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
After that incident, the principal decided to send me and Rhode home for us to get over our trauma (as if we had). Rhode was crying when we entered the main office but based on how she looked at me, she was just acting. Oh, what a victim.
I just sat on my study table and stared at my reflection in the mirror. When I saw the mirror's circular frame, I remembered again what happened earlier.
Every detail was clear to me so I concluded to myself that I was not hallucinating. The ring of fire that became bigger . . . The whisper in the middle of noises . . . The fire that slowly faded did not leave any burned marks on the grass field after I followed the instructions of the whisper.
'Get yourself relaxed and the fire will be gone. Trust me.' Those were the exact words I heard. When I did it, it disappeared. The fire slowly faded. "How did it happen?" I asked myself. That was weird.
I came back to reality when I heard my phone ring. I stared at it first as it vibrated on my table. It was Aunt Cecilia calling. "Hello, Aunt. Why did you—"
"You, stupid niece! You nearly got barbecued!" I automatically flinched because of that. Sounded like it could break my eardrums. "Aunt, do not shout, please? Do you want me to get deaf now?" I asked while frowning. "Of course, not."
After a few seconds, she sobbed and sobbed. "You, stupid kid. You are giving me a heart attack."
My eyes widened upon hearing that. "Do you have heart disease?!"
"Stupid kid, none."
"Then why am I giving you a heart attack? You told me that you did not have any heart disease."
"Stupid, it is idiomatic!" I flinched once again. "How did you know what happened to me?"
"Your principal sent me a video. Probably, a security camera's record." That is it! "Aunt, send me that video. I need to confirm something. Thanks!"
I was about to end the call when some words flashed in my mind. "And oh, do not worry about me, Aunt. I'm not that weak anymore. See? I did not get a trauma from that disaster!"
"But still, be careful," she reminded me in a calm voice. "Yes, Aunt!" I finally ended the conversation.
A few minutes later, I already received the video. I quickly watched it.
The angle of the security camera was exactly in place. Every detail of what happened was quite shown – from how it appeared until it was gone.
The fire faded not because of the water. It was just gone like there was nothing happened. If it was blown by the wind, I should have felt it but I did not, and based on the movement of the fire, the air was calm. The ring of fire was perfectly circular, too, and I was right, no burned marks left.
Confirmed! I did not hallucinate! "But . . . how did it happen?" I asked, curiosity still haunting me. Uh, this is getting weirder and weirder.
I called Aunt to asked something. "Aunt, did you notice some weird things in the video?"
"Yes. The whole video itself. Your principal said that maybe, there was a bug in the security camera system." So, there was still a possibility that I was daydreaming. I tapped the end call button.
I wore my slippers and ran to school. I was about to pass through the gate when the guard stopped me. "Hey! The principal told me that—"
"I know but I want to see the soccer field."
"And why?" His both eyebrows raised. I tried to think of a reason and fortunately, I remembered what my classmates talked about yesterday. "I want to watch the football game."
"You can watch it live on the school's website." Stupid me. I forgot about that. "Um . . . " I tried to think another, "but . . . I want to watch it personally because . . . " An idea came into my brain but it sounded so . . . embarrassing. The guard looked at me intently. "Because?" All right. Only this once. "Because I want to congratulate my crush personally when he and his team won!" I screamed.
That made him laugh as he opened the gate. "Okay. You may enter now. You are funny, huh?" I mentally rolled my eyes as I went inside. How annoying!
Screams and cheers from the audience welcomed me when I reached the field. The game started but I was not interested in watching it. I just made an excuse to hide the real reason why I came here.
Of course, when the guard knew about it, probably, he would call the principal and if the principal knew, she would tell to the guard not to allow me because what she knew about me was the idea that I got traumatized even though I was not.
Many students were watching. I had no choice but to go to the highest part of the bleachers for me to see where the fire appeared.
When I finally reached the highest part and got a better view of the field, my jaw dropped. There was a big burned mark and it was not a perfect circle!