Daydreams

"Stay down! I'm 247th NROTC De La Salle University Navigator Unit Alpha, Cadette Alcasid." The girl shouted at the young man who had tried to hold up the jeep she was riding in.

Not a minute ago, he had boarded the jeep and immediately started yelling and brandishing a handgun. She had been sitting near the door of the jeep, half-asleep and with music throbbing in her ears. When the hijacker boarded the jeep, she sat bolt upright, alert with panic. The young man's eyes caught the glint of her white gold necklace and jammed the barrel of the gun into her temple. At first, her scream caught in her throat. I'm gonna die! He's gonna shoot me! her panicked thoughts kept her paralyzed with fear. Dammit! Remember your training! At least the Krav Maga lessons! He's not gonna kill you, or the others on this jeep if you can help it! He will not tarnish the name of the Philippines with his idiocy! her other side screamed at her, a surge of rage and adrenaline causing her body to move almost on its own. Her left hand, still clad in her blue jacket, shot upwards and grabbed the barrel of the gun and swiped it downwards and to the right all in one motion; a standard self-defense move. At the same time, she used her right hand to rabbit punch the guy in the throat. Surprised, the man staggered backwards while the girl stood up, using both hands to twist the gun and force the man's trigger finger into a painful and awkward angle and causing the man's grip to fail. She pulled the gun out of his hand and, though at an awkward balance because of her heavy messenger bag shifting as she stood up, she drew her left leg towards her chest and kicked the man right out of the jeep. Leaping out of the vehicle, she set the handgun on safety and taking the magazine out. The man, still quite stunned, attempted to get up and get his gun back since he was up against this small teenaged girl. She just caught him by surprise, that's all. He did not notice that the girl had left her bag in the jeep. All he saw was her hopping around a bit and turning to the side. Was that his gun she was holding? Without further warning, the girl spun and her heel connected with his jaw, bringing the man crashing back down onto the road. Before he knew it, the girl had crouched on his back with her knee digging into his spine. She was yelling something but it was in English. He wasn't good at English.

Blink, blink.
The girl didnt notice the cars that were passing her jeep, or how much time had passed, or the fact that it had stopped raining since ten minutes ago. She was too engrossed in her daydream, but now that she was near home, she had to get ready for her stop. She shook her head. Not another fantasy. She did really go through mandatory military training and a lesson on basic self-defense against guns, but would they be enough to fend off a mugger? Maybe. Hopefully. She got off at her stop and started to walk home, now alert and paying attention to her surroundings. One thing her daydream did remind her of was the motto of the Navigators unit that was drummed into each cadet and cadette during the year of training: "Constant Vigilance".

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this was a real daydream damn i wish i was that baddass

"Goddammit, I get sent out at 9pm just to buy snacks and meds...Why didnt she have this done earlier? I was doing my own stuff and then..." she grumbled to herself as she walked the dark streets towards the pharmacy. A trio of stray dogs passed her by and she ignored the men that leaned out of their gates to watched people walk by. Just another night in the neighborhood. She walked swiftly with her head down, concentrating on every step. She glanced every now and then at her shadow. Was anyone following her? None. Good. She crossed the street after waiting for cars to pass, and continued on her way to the pharmacy. She ignored the feel of the eyes watching her every move from the row of tricycle drivers waiting for passengers.

Finally! The guard at the pharmacy pushed open the door to let her inside, and he greeted a cheerful "good evening". She nodded and muttered a quiet thank you, her hand already reaching into her messenger bag for the prescription her mother gave her. She rounded the corner of the shelves and stopped. Well shit. There was quite a line of other people buying medicine at such a late hour. She waited in line, and mercifully it didnt take long. Soon she left the pharmacy, muttering a thank you to the guard again, and headed across the street.

She stopped at a store where chickens turned, bring roasted over smoldering charcoals. The man inside saw her approach and called out "Ano po 'yon? (What is it?)" "Chicharon po.(Pork skin cracklings, please.)" she said in reply. The man quickly grabbed a plastic bag and placed a bag of cracklings and a plastic tub of vinegar inside. He told her the price and she handed him a hundred peso bill, then waited for the change.

On the way home, finally finished with her errand, she continued to walk back with the same quick pace. Her eyes looked this way and that, never turning her head, checking for incoming cars and their speed, distance, and direction from her. She also kept a lookout for men sleeping inside the parked jeeps she passed, and the adults that sat outside the bars to chat, smelling of alcohol. She crossed the street, using her peripheral vision to check for cars. A light caught her attention to her right and when she looked-HOLY HELL A BULLDOZER.

Nothing more of interest happened as she walked home, occasional catching glimpses of the waning full moon. She always loved the moon, and frequently thought of the people that were close to her, yet so far from her under the light of that same moon. Overhead, the streetlamp flickered twice, then turned off. She didnt react as she was so used to that defective streetlamp, even though her horror movie induced paranoia told her that flickering lights bring bad tidings. She walked with that consistent pace all the way back home, vigilant under the guise of a teenager too busy listening to her iPod to pay attention to where she's going.

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it was also the first time i've ever almost been run over by a bulldozer.

You almost got hit by a bulldozer?

and boy is this person ever imaginative!