Best Day. Ever!

I must be dreaming. I really must be. I slapped myself just to make sure that I’m awake. I felt my hands on my face, I am wide awake. I am not dreaming. I was really with him. I must be so lucky. You must be so jealous. Finally, I had the chance to be with him. I have never imagined myself being with him, having the chance to talk to him, to personally acknowledge him for being so great that inspired me. He turned me into someone I’ve never pictured out myself to be. To be a bookworm.

Early this day, I woke up excitedly, for the very first time. I went to my bathroom as fast as I can and took a shower. I picked a white elegant dress hanging in my closet and a flat black doll shoes from my shoe stand. I blow-dried my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I grabbed my black sling bag, then I put my phone and wallet in there. I went out of my room and shouted “Mom! I’m having a date. Bye, I’ll be back before 4 PM. I swear. Bye, I love you!” Then I ran out of our house quickly but I still heard my mom shout back at me, “Too young to date!”

Luckily, there came a cab that crossed our street. I rode there. I put my phone out of my bag, then texted my mom, “Mom, sorry, but I really have to be there. I know it’s only 9 am but I will really be back before 4 PM. I will just be having a date with John Green. Just please trust me this time, okay? I love you, Mom.” After a minute, I received a reply from her, “Keep safe, okay? I am so happy for you. I love you too.” I smiled upon reading her reply. I kept my phone and just waited until I finally reached my destination.

I finally reached my destination. I paid the driver then went off the cab. There were so many people out there, but there’s this man seated on a bench, wearing a dark blue polo shirt and pants, that caught my attention. He saw me, he stood up, and went in front of me. I can barely breathe. I am sure that time that I was only barely breathing. John Green is in front of me, smiling at me. His face is just a few feet away from mine. I can’t speak. I want to say something, but there were no words that came out from my mouth. “Hi” he muttered. “You look good.” He added. I hugged him. I was unconscious of what I did but what I knew was that what I did is right. “Hi, h-hi, Mr. J-j-john Green, to be honest, you really look good too.” I say as I’m trying to calm myself. 

We went for a short walk. We headed to a park, and there we conversed.

John Green: So, where do you wanna start?

Me: OhMyGod! SorrybutIreallydon’tknowwheretostart. (I said quickly, still trying to calm myself)

JG: Do you really talk that fast?

Me: Oh! SorryI’mjustreallysotensedrightnow.

JG: Umm. I see.

Me: I’m really sorry, I just can’t believe until now that I am really with you.

JG: Hey, can I ask you something?

Me: Yeah, yes, of course!

JG: So, why did you choose me to be your date?

Me: Well, I’m your fan. I really like how you write books. Honestly, your book, The Fault in Our Stars is my first ever novel to finish. And, because of that and because of the influence of my friends, I turned out to be someone whom I didn’t imagine myself to be. I was really not into reading.

JG: But, I thought you like my books.. and you like reading?

Me: Yes, I do. I was not into reading but that was before I read your work.

JG: Oh, thank you. It’s really good to hear that I think.. somewhat inspire you to read?

Me: EXACTLY!! You really did inspire me!

*A moment of silence*

Me: So, what are you up to right now? I mean, do you write or something?

JG: Oh, kinda busy because of the TFIOS movie.

Me: OhMyGod! YES! I’ve heard that it’ll have a movie next year. IJUSTCAN’TWAIT.

JG: You seem so excited, huh?

Me: YES! YES! LIKE REALLY! And speaking of The Fault in Our Stars, again, I don’t know but I am really really in love with that work of yours. Like what happened to them, everything. But, why does Gus has to die that fast? Why didn’t we know that Gus was worse than Hazel Grace? Why does he need to leave Hazel Grace? Doesn’t he think of the pain that will be felt by Hazel Grace by the time he leaves? Why would he even.. uggghh.

JG: Woah, you bombarded me with questions. Let me answer that all. No one knew Gus would die, but weeks before he asked Isaac and Hazel Grace to prepare a pre-funeral for him but who knew that he would die that fast, no one knew, only Him. He’s the holder of our lives. He gave it and He knows when and where to take it. Everything happens for a reason, right? Then, for sure He has the reasons. And another, no one also knew that Gus was worse than Hazel Grace, why? Because a lot of people nowadays are judgmental, yeah, it turn outs to be like this, just because Hazel Grace was the one with the tank doesn’t mean that she’s the one that’s worse. The pain, oh c’mon, that’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt. Do you think he had a choice? He was the one suffering, remember? Do you think he really wanted to leave her? To leave the one he loves the most? Of course not. He had no choice, it was his destiny. It was their destiny.

Me: *at the back of my mind* Hi, sir, you really are my favourite author. You really are John Green, the author of the novel almost everyone who have read it fell in love with not just with the characters but with everything about it, including the way it was written. I was mesmerized with you, sir. I just love how you explain these things, how you answered all of my questions. You answered them not how an author should be answering it, you answered it with the way you understood how it was written, how you wrote it. You answered like you’re just another “somebody” who had read it. You mentioned Him. It was perfect.

JG: Hey, you still there?

Me: Oh! Oh, sorry. I was just surprised. Those were wonderful answers. And I just never imagined hearing them from you.

JG: Ah. So, you want to eat? My treat!

Me: Sounds good. *I laughed a little, much more like a giggle.*

We walked for a while, looking for somewhere to eat. I stayed silent, still recalling his answers. I suddenly feel regretful, why didn’t I bring a recorder? Or why did I not bother recording it by my phone. Uggghhh.

Me: *sighs*

JG: Something wrong with you?

Me: Uh, oh nothing! I just feel pathetic for myself. I just heard the most wonderful answers by a wonderful author of “my-first-ever-novel-to-finish” but I was not able to record it so that I can play it all over again.

JG: Well, you don’t have to. It’s alright. You just said that those were the most wonderful answers, then maybe you’ll always remember it.

Me: OhMyGod! You’re so good.

Then we found a restaurant then we ate.

*At the restaurant, after eating*

*A phone rings, it was his.*

JG: *on the phone* Hello. Yes. Yes. Can you reschedule that, please? Really, why? Alright, alright. I’ll be there soon then. Okay. Thanks. Bye.

JG: *to me* I am really sorry but Director Josh Boone just called and says that he needs me there. Do you still have questions? I can still answer those.

Me: Oh, that’s alright. Anyway, I really had a good day. Good luck to you. I hope you still make novels. You really are inspiring! Thank you. Thank you for everything! I am satisfied already, no I mean more than that. I just don’t know how to explain. I am really thankful that I met you. I love you and your works.

JG: I can drive you home, if it’ll be alright?

Me: Oh, of course. *I smiled*

JG: *smiled back*

He paid, then we went back to the place where we met. His car was located there. He opened one of the doors of his car for me, he waited for me to buckle then he closed the door. He entered the car then drove off. We reached my place. Before I left his car, I hugged him and whispered, “Thank you! I’ve never been this happy in my entire life. Thank you. Stay awesome! Good luck.” I felt a tear rolled down my cheek, I wiped it before I face him. He smiled at me and said “Thank you too, you’re such a good person.” I smiled back. I stepped off of his car. I waved my hand. He drove off. I caught myself staring at his car until it was gone. So far, it was my best day ever.

The "Real" Reality?

                I’m Sandy. I’ve been depressed because of certain things because, yes, I do over-think things. I’ve been through a lot. My life has so much drama in it. Though, I’m only a junior high school student from Cavite National Science High School.

                I’m into reading something, that’s what makes me entertained. I’m also a lover of music. They help me escape my reality. Well, I guess because of these things and over-thinking them, I dreamed of something. Something that I am not really sure if I have finally escaped reality or it somehow brought me to the “real” reality.

                The last thing I remember before having this I don’t know if this is a nightmare or what, is I am seated on my sofa located in my room, my legs are stretched, lied on the center table in front of the sofa. I was reading a novel. My mom came from her work. She noticed me. She said “Hi.” I responded, “Hello.” Then I proceeded to reading the novel again. That’s all.

                So here's how my dream goes..

                I just woke up from a long sleep. I decided to go out of my room and have something to drink. After having a drink, I glanced at our window in our kitchen. I was captivated by a beam of light. I went out of our house, I followed the beam of light. I was shocked when I noticed that I am heading into a strange forest. I’ve never seen or been into a forest as creepy and as strange as that was. But still, being too curious, I followed the beam of light. I even got more shocked when I saw the gate of our school. Yes, the gate of Cavite National Science High School.

                Upon seeing the gate of our school, I stopped. I hesitated to continue walking and from following the beam of light. So, I walk back again heading to our house, but after taking just a few steps, I got so curious again. So I ran fast, as fast as I could. The gate suddenly opened. The beam of light stopped moving. It shined more brightly. I cannot resist its brightness. I covered my eyes. After a few seconds, I saw a guy standing in front of me. He introduced himself. He was Noris. A guy who resides in this strange place. A guy who belongs in this unbelievable place. I thought it was our school but it seemed like it was not.

                I introduced myself too. He seemed so nice. He even offered me a tour in their place. Of course, I said yes. My curiosity remember? That’s what brought me here. So without further ado, I said yes.

                He first said something about him. He’s a resident of this place, but he wasn’t that bad. He belongs to the first station, the gate itself. He just got late three times, and his reasons are, for me somewhat valid, but still, he had violations. Because of that, he was assigned to be one of the residents who list the names of the students who are late. The late students are being punished by having their names listed and being considered absent on their first subject.

                We’ve moved on to the next station. Here, I saw students with something wrapped around their mouths. I asked Noris why. He answered, “That’s how they were being punished; they have something wrapped around their mouths so that they wouldn’t be able to speak.” I nodded. I turned my gaze into a corner of the room, I saw an enormous sign, “This station is the LRC.”, then below it is another enormous sign, “YOU MUST OBSERVE SILENCE!” What’s with the all capital letters? Seems like you must really observe silence, huh?

                As we continue our tour, I saw a comfort room. I told Noris that I have to pee. He asked me if I could still hold it because it’s not the right place to pee, for it is the third station. The prisoners there are punished for not flushing after peeing. And so, they are punished by balancing pales of water on both of their hands. For every pale that falls, then 1 year in their stay there will be added. Just imagine how that would hurt their arms.

                Because of that, I didn’t feel like peeing that time anymore. So, we continued walking. And we reached the fourth station, the Canteen. The prisoners that belong in this station are the ones who have excessive love for food and beverages. Well, too much is deadly. They are punished by being prohibited from eating and drinking, and when they eat or drink, they just grow hungrier and thirstier.

                We went out of the fourth station. We were walking again, walking on the fifth station which is the pathway. All I can see are heads. Heads of the prisoners, their bodies are sunk in wastes and litters because they love to litter. They do not observe proper segregation of wastes or even proper disposal of wastes.

I sighed. I don’t know if I should continue my journey. But then, I heard a whistle. I think it’s from the court. Noris asked me, “Shall we continue?” I nodded.

                We headed to the court which Noris says is the sixth station. The court is surrounded by very high cement walls. I was forced to cover my ears when I entered this station. The sound was deafening. Loud whistles and shouts were all that I can hear. “Can we get out of here?” I asked him. I can see his mouth open but I could not figure out what he was saying. I also couldn’t hear him, definitely because of the noise. So, I tapped him and pointed the next station. He nodded in agreement.

                “That sucks. The noise was deafening!” I exclaimed. “That’s how the prisons there were punished. They love playing basketball, that’s why all you can hear there are whistles and shouts. The prisons would never be deaf, because if they will be deaf, then there’s no more sense of the torture.” He explained.

                The next station is the Gym. The violators in this prison are the ones who never paid attention to the speaker. As a consequence, each one of them are tied on a chair with fixed sound speakers. The volume was so high then there’s a voice note playing saying “YOU MUST PAY ATTENTION! YOU MUST RESPECT!” If the prisoners attempt to remove the rope tied around them, their stay there will be double and the volume will also be doubled.

                We continued our journey, we’re on the second to the last station of this creepy place. This station is called The Room. The violators here are the ones who cheat. As a punishment, their eyes are taken off of them, so that they could not see anymore, therefore, could not cheat anymore. Their hands are tied by a rope.

                And so, we walked to the last station. I curiously examined the last station. The last station was covered with ice. Yes, it’s freezing cold. I saw a letter placed on the table. Noris got it and he opened it. I tried to stop him because I know that it might be something private, but he told me that he’s allowed to read it and so I let him. After reading it, he gave it to me. I hesitated in reading it, but he requested me to read it and so I did. I don’t know what to call it. I know this isn’t the right term to call it but I would call it “the forever-imprisonment-in-ice-letter”. The prisoners in Guidance Center or the ninth station are the worst prisoners. They did the most horrible things. The prisoners may be school facilitator, staff, or student. As their consequence to the horrible things that they did, their bodies will be covered with ice, from their toe to neck, so that they would freeze and could not move anymore.

                Noris told me that it would be the last station. “I hope....”

                I felt someone tapping my shoulder while saying my name. “Sandy?” I opened up my eyes. I was agitated. I felt the book fell down from my hands. It was my mom who tapped my shoulder. She went to the dining room. “You had a pretty long sleep, huh?” “Ummm. Yes, mom!” I felt thirsty. I went to our kitchen, got some water. After drinking, I saw a beam of light outside our house. I went out of our house, followed the beam of light. This time, my surroundings did not transform. It was still a yard. It did not turn into a strange, creepy forest. Still in my mind, are the last two words said to me by Noris. What does he want to tell me? What does he hope for me? I was left wondering about the place and the man only found in my dreams. The products of my imaginations.

Does Texting Ruin My Knowledge in English Language?

A lot of us people, needs to communicate with each other for whatever concern it may be. There are many forms of communication. Way back years ago, the most common way of communicating was through the use of pen and paper, through sending a letter.

Speaking of sending a letter, it's still one of the most usual way of communicating especially to someone that isn't near enough for us to see perSonally. But, today, it has changed. Sending a letter has changed. We are now living in a world that the only permanent thing is change. Years and years had passed, many great inventions were produced and one of those is the cellular phone.

These inventions kept us near our loved ones. They let us know what and how were they doing. We found this invention, the cellular phone, essential to our lives, until it became a part of our every day living for a reason.

Through phone, through texting, we make friends. We often talk to strangers. In texting, there are no limitions. No rules. Because of that, there came the different kinds of typing, like jejemon, bekimon,  and such. But, I do not let them ruin my English knowledge. I do not shorten words if I text. I do not put extra letters to a word just to fit in in being that so called JEJEMON. Or when I put extra letters, it's to emphasize how I feel or let the reader know my emotions, that's all. I do not let their own language ruin my knowledge in English language.

SemBREAK.

             Well, one of the most anticipated part of the school year, the semestral break. A week or more of being free from the stress due to school works, and when not satisfied, homeworks given. That's how schooling goes. Not concluding that semestral break really is a stress-free, besides, projects are still given. But, almost everyone's looking forward to this, at least to have enough time to rest or do whatever they want to do. And, who would not love to wake up a little bit late than the usual and not get ready for school? I mean, who would not love not to be waken by your guardian's shout or your alarm so early in the morning to get you ready for school, barely seeing the sun rise. Of course, we would love to get enough sleep, like even 8 hours of sleep can do, which should be the usual number of hours of sleep, but because you're such a professional crammer, you would do your project the night before its due date. The reason why you don't get enough sleep.

             My week went how it was supposed to. Except for minding my grades, and the 2nd grading PT on adstat that awaits me. Knock it off. It should not bother me. Not this week. I'm supposed to have fun and mind nothing except for the novels I'm looking forward to finish reading. I almost forgot that I still have a ton of things to be done, projects and homeworks. I'm so busy reading novels that kept me entertained almost the whole week. And thanks to music for being there, like when boredom really strikes and when I really don't know how to entertain myself.

             I kept myself busy by reading novels which was a good idea at least I've finished reading the breathing series, which is great. If not reading, probably listening to music or watching some movies or mostly eating. Thanks to the author of these books, to the musicians, and to my mom for keeping my semestral break a lot more worthier. I've also went strolling with my cousins to beat the boredom. Well, that's how my semestral break went.

             I'm not pretty occupied. Like, I'm really just in front of my laptop or tab reading on ebook or chatting with some of my friends. But, I do appreciate it. The semestral break. At least I've had some time doing something I really want, and not in a hurry to finish all my homeworks and projects though I have to face them. I had more time. Reading. Chatting. Sleeping. Then, after this heavenly days, I'll have to face the nightmares eventually or else I'll cram.

CONFUSION STRUCK.

             

                Love? I’m confused, seems like we’ve got something to deal with. What is love? A verb? A noun? Whatever part of speech it may be. I, myself, can’t define what love is. I remember talking to someone about this certain topic, he told me that a teacher asked him about what love means, he told the teacher that he cannot answer it because love is unexplainable for him. I do agree with him. If I were in his shoes, asked by a teacher in front of my classmates of what love means, or even when you ask me privately, probably I’ll answer the same thing, because honestly, I can’t give my own definition of love. All I know is that it’s a strong word. But think of it, if love is just a word, then why do some people keep crying on it? If love is an action, then why do some people just talk and forget? That’s what makes it very confusing.

                If love is the cause of the butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around, the mini heart attack I feel whenever I hear his name, the giggling when he looks at me, or the reason why it’s better for me to stay awake because reality is better than dreams, then maybe I’ve been in love. But, wait. What if he’s not able to make me feel these things anymore? Does it mean I’m not in love with him anymore? See, if this will be the way I’ll define love, then it’ll have conditions, but then love knows nothing. When you love, there should be no conditions. It should just be you love him not because of his looks, his talents, or whatever, it should be because you just do. So, I don’t look anything in him, as long as he’ll accept me for who I am and will respect me, that can do.

 It feels good being in love, knowing someone’s waiting for you to wake up, reminds you that you’re beautiful, believes in what you can, and of course loves you despite your flaws. Consider it love when you are more concerned about other person’s happiness rather than yours. Not necessarily romantic love. Love is not just all about the happiness, when you love, expect for the unexpected. Be careful of who you will be in love with, because once you give your heart to that someone, you are already giving them the chance to hurt you. Love is a four-letter word, and so does pain. When you love, you can’t get rid of getting hurt.

Heroes Without Supernatural Powers

I was lost. I was judged. I was hurt. I gave up to myself. I cried. I needed strength. I needed courage.

          They aren’t superheroes with supernatural powers, but they are extraordinary human beings. Besides to our parents, they are the ones who plant seeds of knowledge that will forever grow in our hearts and in our minds. People like them are worth remembering. They do not only teach us their subject lessons, but also sometimes life lessons. I do salute them all, for without them, there will be no professionals. They are the root of all the successes in this world. 

          I am not expecting anything. I don’t expect that you and I will be this close. I am so thankful for all the things that I have learned from you, not only from your subject lesson, but for everything. I am thankful that you became a part of life and you’ll always be. 

She is my biology teacher. I was a newbie in my section; I don’t know some of my classmates well. I don’t even know if I’m gonna fit in this section. Well, I have to adjust, I was so terrified. Biology was our second subject after lunch; I’ve heard that we’ll be having a graded recitation. I was so shocked, I think my stomach flipped that time, I don’t know what I am going to answer when it’s already my turn. Can you imagine that was the very first day of school that school year? That instance added to the pressure that I am feeling.

But, as time goes by, she cracks jokes about what she knows about me because of our Baguio moments that summer. We already had a confession moment even before that school year begins, I remember, I was about to ride on the bus already but she yelled “Roxy!” I faced her, she was seating on a chair near where our bags were. I went near her, she then told me, “all I need to hear is the truth”, that caused goose bumps to me. I simply smiled at her, letting her know that I already have the idea of what she’s going to ask me. So, she asked me, I can’t lie, I told her the truth.

Then one day, when everyone else was like ignoring me, you noticed me, you saw the pain and sadness in my eyes, that was the time I opened up to you what I’ve been going through. You comforted me, you’re hug was warm enough to supplant that coldness that embraced me.

I find her company very comfortable, may be that drew me closer to her. She never gets tired of listening to my dramas every now and then. She laughs even at my silliest jokes. I tell her everything, the joys, the pains, the sorrows, everything. I love her. I just do. 

I was lost but you found me. I was judged, you told me to prove them wrong. I was hurt; you were there to comfort me. I gave up to myself, you didn’t. I cried, you told me not to. You were one of my strengths. You encouraged me. 

The Truth Behind History

A long time ago in one of the lost island of Bermuda, there lived a powerful magician named, Prospero who saw horrible scenes that will happen in the future. He decided to change whatever may happen. He planned a cruise for the noble citizens of Italy and Scotland. All of the invited guests entered the cruise ship. But Macbeth was the last one to enter. The three witches appeared at the entrance of the ship. "Fair is foul, and foul is fair." They told him that he would be the next king of the two kingdoms, Italy and Scotland if he killed Hamlet. Macbeth was shocked of the witches revelation. He tried to ignore the saying of the witches. But greed devoured him and this trigger him to kill Hamlet. 

The captain of the ship invited all the guests to join him for the special dinner. But Hamlet was not able to come just he was too tired and he wanted to rest. For Macbeth, everything went according to his plan. He went to Hamlet's room and stabbed him on his chest. No one saw what happened inside the room. The people just found out about the ruler's death after several days. Juliet saw the tragedy that happened to her father.

The sky became dark as Macbeth's greed and heavy rain started to pour. The sea swayed the ship to and fro. The captain started to shout, "The captain goes down with the ship." Everyone panicked. The ship sank and all the passengers swam to the shoreline of the closest island, Bermuda. The citizens were shocked with what happened to the shipwreck. A lot of pressure was on Juliet's head so she confronted the people. "Why for all the people my father became the victim of the hideous crime a soulless man could only commit?" Romeo tried to comfort Juliet. "Fair maiden such anger does not value such wondrous beauty."

Meanwhile, Antipholus of Ephesus was making love with his wife Adriana when Caliban saw them and had an idea. He told Claudio that Hero was the one making love with Antipholus of Ephesus. Claudio burst with anger. Claudio confronted Hero. But Hero has no idea of what he was talking about. Hero ran away from hero and she cried. Meanwhile, while evryone was sleeping Puck dropped the potion to Antipholus of Ephesus and Antipholus of Syracuse as what Caliban told him to do. When they woke up, Antipholus of Ephesus saw Hermia  and fell in love with her, same with Antipholus of Syracuse to Helena.

They chased each other to find who is who and which is which. Adriana knew from Caliban that her husband, Antipholus of Epehesus, fell in love with Hermia. At the same time, Caliban told Juliet the truth about his father's death. Juliet went to Romeo and confronted him. They said nasty things about each other’s father that made them forgot about the love they had for each other. They killed each other for their fathers' honor. They both died with hatred inside their hearts. 

After the tragic death of the young lovers, Claudio decided to apologize to Hero about the things he said to her. Claudio went up to the coconut tree and asked for forgiveness from Hero, he said that he would never go down until Hero forgives him.

The trouble between Antipholus of Ephesus, Antipholus of Syracuse, Adriana, Hermia, Helena, Demetrius and Lysander was never fixed. So Puck decided to clean it on his own, he told the people to think of everything, every painful memories, every ecstatic experience, as if it was a dream.

Prospero's goal to change history as it is, failed. And now the world is runned by evil as what we see now in our society.

Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair.

"Foul is fair and fair is foul." A meaningful line from Macbeth, a great novel written by a great novelist William Shakespeare. This line was delivered by the three witches to Macbeth. When I first heard this line, I was not so aure about its meaning until I finally came up  with my own interpretation. 

Nowadays, life may be very confusing because admit it or not, we are now fooled by these gorgeous faces and good-looking clothes that we see. What's wrong with some us is that we trust too easily. Let's go straight to the point, we are fooled by others; others who we thought are good but in fact are the ones who have bad intentions to us. The ones who'll first exert an effort just to get our trust then if they already got what they want from us then they'll leave us. They will leave us hanging. 

Another is that about those gorgeous faces and good-looking clothes I am talking about, again, we are fooled. Talking about those criminals, yes, they are such great pretenders. They wear good-looking clothes for them to look decent so that it won't be pretty obvious that they are criminals. 

One other thing is that, we are the problem, aside from giving our trust to easily, we also judge others easily. For example, those beggars who hve nothing to do but beg all day long just to have some money for them to be able to have some food and survive, but when they go near us, some of us find them disgusting, right? Just because of how they look, but none of us would know that that beggar may save us life, just in case. 

So, if there's something I've learnes from my realization, it's knowing them first before judging or trusting. 

A Midsummer Night's Dream

                                A good, fantastic love story, though we all know that the characters don’t really exist for they are fairies and they live in a world full of imagination. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, a great novel written by the well-known author, William Shakespeare, has left a great impact on me, just like what I’ve had realized upon reading it.

For me, the climax of the story was when Oberon and Titania. Yes, I agree with the reporters. I agree that the climax of the story was when the lovers, Oberon and Titania, fought just because of the Indian boy. It was the turning point of the story. It was the root cause of all the conflicts.

                From reading this, I have realized that we should not let small things ruin our everything, just like what happened to Oberon and Titania, just because of the Indian boy, who should not really be a big deal with them was then became the reason for all of the conflicts. Who would have imagined that Oberon even planned something ridiculous to his fiancée Titania just to make revenge? Isn’t that something humorous? Is it really the right thing to do? But no, it’s not the right thing to do.