SHE ASKED THEM ABOUT HER EYEGLASS. While her eyes were still beneath her eyelids, she inquired them the whereabouts of her eyeglass. On their way to Xyrale High School, she was with two paramedics. They stared at each other for they knew what happened to it. The glass shattered. Thus the useful life of her eyeglass instantly ended in a flash. In short, she had no eyeglass anymore.

"Where is my eyeglass?" Hannah Forteza didn't care about being late henceforth. What concerned her more as of now, was that, her eyeglass. Her Corbusier round eyeglass. "Where is it? My eyeglass?" even though she was capable to see clearly without a pair of lenses worn over her eyes, she preferred not to.

Felt shocked by the after-waking-up reaction of this schoolgirl, one of the paramedics said, "Uhmm Miss, Earlier today...," but Hannah insisted, "Where is my eyeglass?"

Upon she heard what Hannah said, that paramedic didn't continue her explanation. "Where is it? Where is it?" they observed the girl slightly became agitated as she asked for the information about her eyeglass. The feeling like they needed to do something to calm her down, Lara opened her mouth and spoke, "Your eyeglass, recently today, after the accident, is already broken."

That amount of decibels traveled well to the air and made everyone inside the closed compartment to hear it. Hannah, on the other hand, heard those series of words slowly and slowly registered in her mind. She didn't care about the series of words that the paramedic said before the first comma. Neither she on the second. What made her face drew a grotesque kind of expression, was not about what she said before the third comma. Is already broken. That made her felt bad.

"We're sorry Miss about what happened to your eyeglass. If it holds any sentimental value to you, were deeply sorry. What happened in that intersection is beyond everyone's control. It was an accident," full of sincerity the paramedic said. But Hannah made no reply out of that.

Several seconds passed, they still tried to reach out a reaction from Hannah. The ambiance was like, the judge was either about to declare that the subject was proven guilty or innocent of the accusation. She remained hung for a while. Up until...

From a worried facial information, the countenance of Hannah suddenly brightened up. While she smiled at them, she opened her eyes. Had been hinted about the jury's decision that they were both acquitted, the two paramedics released a long deep breath. But before they totally deflated their lungs, Hannah spoke.

"Oh, of course, I couldn't blame you two for that. You two aren't the one driving this ambulance." She shifted her attention to the rearview mirror, "Mr. Driver," she knocked the glass panel that separated the front seat to the carriage.

"Mr. Driver," she repeated. The two paramedics faced each other with confusion. By the aid of communication in the form of eye to eye, they knew, they had the same feelings towards this schoolgirl. Though it's too early to land up with a conclusion, they preferred the safest word they had inside their minds. Weird. Right, this girl was totally weird.

Even though the driver could hear her, he didn't turn his head to look over his shoulder. What's the deal with this girl? He knew to himself that it wasn't as important as this emergency they were about to attend. They needed to get there immediately. Tending his focus along the route, he heard her spoke again. Not only that, she knocked on the door three times stronger than she did earlier.

"Mister Driver, Mister Driver, replace my eyeglass," without the act of blink she said those. The moment she opened her eyes up until now, she didn't retract back her eyelids. By restraining herself to do so, her eyes enveloped a saline mixture that as the time progressed it continued to increase in volume. Now they started to race down her cheeks.

She smiled as she cried. Hannah couldn't help it, she lost her eyeglass. Even though it was just a simple thing, well not for her. She had this feeling if things continued to happen like this as the seconds went on and on, she couldn't blink anymore.

She experienced a situation like this before. Not just one but many. The moment she lost her eye lenses, that was also the time she experienced a calamity against herself. A disastrous kind of one. Even she didn't have any idea.

Hannah Forteza, a Grade Seven schoolgirl on her first day to learn something new, was traveling to Xyrale High School. While on her way, she lost it. And now she begged the driver. "Please Mister Driver, replace my eyeglass. "

Her blue eyes were already full of bloodshot. Even though her mind had already told her to blink, which she could do it anywhere and anytime, she restrained herself to do so. She punched that glass panel again. "Okay. Alright. Just give me anything that my eyes could wear," as if she was holding her breath that's what happened to her eyes. She knew that she couldn't stop it, she wouldn't be like this forever. The time would come, she would need to. She blinked.