Sticky Dream

Richard came out from a black limousine. He was wearing the finest suit he got for a birthday present last week. He walked elegantly on the isle. It is not his first dinner party for the politicians’ children. “Richard,” a familiar face said. “You’re fashionably late again”, the kid commented. Richard smiled and walked. He was greeted by more boys of his age. A waiter offered him punch and escorted him to a table with an immaculately white cloth. Richard talked and laughed. “Richard,” a girl approached. Her hair danced while she walked unto him. “Why didn’t you answer my texts?” she said pulling out her video phone.

Richard pulled out from the curb… a big man was running after him… then another big man pulled out before him. The man was large with a thick mustache and a cigarette in his hand. Richard run the other way but the man on his back grabbed him… he staggered wildly... he was grasping out of breath… he was shaking all over… “CUT!” the director shouted. “Good take, good take!” he said smiling at Richard.

Richard took a plate of cake from a refrigerator in his room. He was starving hard from playing his newest game in game cube. He hadn’t noticed the time, it was past his lunch and he was still in front of his personal computer.

Richard went out of the van. His father didn’t let him drive on his own even if he was almost seventeen and a capable driver. His father wanted to make sure that he got the finest securities their money could buy. Richard stood outside the vast building of UP. It was his own choice even if his family was capable of putting him in Ateneo. He wanted to study in UP more than anywhere else. Well… he had a bright which was his investment in the particular school…

“Richard,” a voice called. Richard picked up a plastic bag with a sticky brown liquid inside… it is almost solid… Richard sniffed at the opening of the plastic. He lowered his eyes. He saw from a far a woman with a wallet sneaking out of her bag. “You were day dreaming again,” the voice said. The man owning the voice kicked him mildly at his side. “Go, get up before Boss sees you slotting around,” the man said walking away. Quiapo was full of people, busy bodies were everywhere. The other ‘RUGBY BOYS’ were nowhere in sight probably picking on their targets. “A boy could dream sometimes,” Richard told himself pulling the plastic containing the rugby he had been sniffing for a while. The essence of the glue was almost gone so he tossed it away and focused his eyes on the woman he saw earlier…