The
Cliff
If
your mother is a teacher expect that your playground is the school. You enter
classes that are not yours and make fun of the teacher’s illustrations. You
snatch other kids’ food, you bully them and you make fun of them. You have the
full access to the school’s surroundings and a passport to the Grade 6 pupil’s
garden. The school was like a park to me, a paradise to discover especially the
cliff in the backyard of the school. The cliff was a result to a natural cause
where big waves splash to the shore and eroding its soil until it was eating slowly
by slowly the land, creating a picturesque of a 15 feet cliff. The soil in the
cliff was like a dress slowly being taken off by the hands of Poseidon and
showing us the naked roots of trees and buried materials. In the backyard of
the school, there were also lots of Ipil- ipil trees which Ma’am Amor, the Grade 6 adviser, used to get some for her goat and sometimes fooled her pupils to get some of those green
Ipil-Ipil branches in exchange for higher grades. There were also bushes there,
tall enough to hide the butt of the pupils when they poop. Among the Ipil-ipil
trees and the tall bushes were old Mahogany trees that were hot spot for creepy
stories and mysteries. The older teachers would say that those trees were homes
of the dwarves and other older folks would say that those were the haven of the
“di Ingon nato”. Next to the old trees was an unfinished and unused Comfort
Room. It was an eyesore, I would say! It stood at the left side of the
backyard, creating an aura of spookiness. My inquisitiveness about the matter
was profound that I asked the older folks around the area, since none of the
teachers knew why it was built there and why it was unused. But then instead of
telling us logical answers, they opted to tell us horror stories about that
C.R. A long time ago, there was this girl who committed suicide in that C.R.
They added, at night they hear sobs from that girl and faint voices calling
“Mama! Mama”. We didn’t believe such
things because the principal, who happened to be our friend and was very fond of
us, told us that it was not used because it was made of poor materials and its
distance from the classroom was a labor for the teachers.
“But
please girls! Do not go near to that building because there might snakes out
there. You don’t want to get bitten by these vile creatures, do you?” The
Principal warned us in a dignifying way.
“Yes
Sir!” My sister and I answered in chorus while flashing our angelic smiles.
It was a Monday in March when we set
on a very spirited decision to go there.
All of the teachers were busy for the upcoming Graduation including our
Mama Jinky. They were cutting letters, printing programs and busy buying
ribbons and medals for the commencement exercise. With the limited time, works
should be doubled. The Principal then called for an emergency meeting even if
it is already 12:00 p.m. We were in the session hall already waiting for our
Mama Jinky and listening to each teacher’s whines and complains about the
urgency of the meeting that it cannot wait ‘till afternoon. I thought that
teachers were self-sacrificing and God-like creatures who don’t complain about
the pressures of their work but then that moment I realized that teachers are
also humans, they complain about things that interrupt the cycle of their
should be convenient existence and backbite people which is in contrary to what
they teach. I was already so hungry that
my stomach sounded as if there were lions roaring in my intestines, screaming
for food. My sister, on the other hand, was as usual always optimistic about
almost everything, oblivious to the fact that it was already noon. I still
didn’t get how she manages to stay enthusiastic when in fact she rarely eats
her meals and she is as thin as a bamboo stick. After the long wait, our Mama
Jinky finally arrived from her Math class.
“Mama! When are we going home? It is
already 12 p.m. and I am really really hungry” I complained.
“This will not take long. Just wait
for me in here and do not go home unless if I say so. Do not go anywhere just
wait here and watch your sister.” She pleaded with all her affective strategies
to win us and for us to behave like the Princesses of Denmark.
She was about to enter the door when
she turned her head again to me and said,
. “Cielo, do not go anywhere. I know
you! Please behave just for this time”
I said “Yes, I promise! No fooling
around this time. ”
Then my Mother was swallowed by that
dirty white door and left us with nothing to do. I tried to calm my horses and
stayed to where am I seated but that itching curiosity that kept irritating my
state of thinking convinced me to do something incredibly stupid. I jumped from
my seat and started goofing around my sister. My sister really did not care so
I have to aggravate her by calling her names.
“ Hey Tikling”
“What now?” My sister shouted back.
“ You know! I was just wondering if
we could check out the haunted C.R. in the backyard. It would be perfect since
we are left with nothing to do except to wait and besides it is already 12pm
and maybe we can see some ghost there”. I said.
“Baboy Damo, You know that we promised
that we will stay here?”My sister reasoned
“Yes! But it won’t take long so Mama
Jinky will not even know that we had gone snooping around the haunted C.R.” I tried
to convince her.
“Okey, then just a peep and we are
out of there.” She finally gave in.
We then marched to the narrow
passageway to the backyard. Teachers cannot get through that passageway because
it was much tapered and it was not really a passageway. It was just a vertical
slit unintentionally created because the Grade 1 classroom and the office were
not joined. The foul odour of urine greeted us as we strode to the concourse.
We covered our noses because the smell was like a whiff of ammonia acid
permeating in the air and infiltrating to our nostrils. We walked faster than
ever and yes! We reached the end. We jumped in complete exuberance because we
have survived. We then darted off to the pilapil of the rice field because at
the end of it was our final destination. We spread our arms to balance
ourselves to keep us from falling to the mushy mud like that we usually saw on
T.V. where an artist would spread his/her arms and walked to the wire. There
were only two people there, me and my sister. The quietude of the surroundings
was creating an eerie feeling that kept me looking around. I don’t know if it
was just a product of my imagination or
a factual realization that there were eyes staring at us, watching our every
step and among those trees were creatures we don’t see but can see us. My
sister who was ahead of me was oblivious to my worries and self-war, stopped at
the dirty old door and looked back at me. I then hurriedly run towards her and
I stand next to her. We both released a heavy air when we placed our hands to
the door and pushed it gently. As we opened the door widely, the cold air brushed
my skin and cheeks, the rotting smell of wood was the first odour I recognized
and the first sight that greeted us was the cob-webbed cubicle with the dirty
white-stained bowl. There were vandals in the wall like The Crips and The
Bloods. Most of them were gangsters’ names and signs. There was nothing unusual
there, no skulls, no rope and no bloodstains just an old abandoned and never
used comfort room. My sister who was clearly disappointed got out ahead first
then I followed while looking at every detail of the room. When I got out, I
tried to look for my sister because she just slipped away from my sight.
“Michilleeee!
Michilleeeee! Let’s go back to the office now” I called out.
“Ate!
Come over here” she shouted back.
I followed her voice and walked
among those tall Ipil- Ipil. I was very nervous because I am heading to the
cliff. I found her standing near to the edge of the cliff and I hurriedly
grabbed her hand.
“You should not stand near the
cliff, you might fall” I reprimanded.
She pulled her hands from my
clasping hands and I let it go.
“I know! But you have to check this
out!”
We had never set foot to the cliff side
of the school but we were told about this stone that served as the haven of the
sirens and mermaids. My sister was captivated about this stone being the home
of these magical and mythical creatures that she really never paid attention to
what I said.
“Hoy tikling, we have to go now.
Mama Jinky will be so worried if she found out that we were gone” I warned her
again.
Finally she heeded to what I said
and started to move. I turned my back and started walking but then I heard my
sister shouted-
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I looked back, hurriedly ran towards
her, dropped on my knees and looked down. She was there clinging unto the roots.
Tears were streaming in her cheeks and I don’t know what to do. She was
shouting “Ate! Ate!” while she tightened her grip unto the roots. I didn’t say
a word but tears were pouring, I don’t know where my voice was and I don’t know
what to say. Instead of comforting her, I left her without a word because in my
mind there was only one person to turn to at times like this, my mother. I ran
like a mad woman and rushed towards the Session Hall. Other kids who saw me
crying followed me dead curious to what happened to me and what news will I
bring. Fortunately, my Mama Jinky was already waiting outside the session Hall
worried and when she saw me in tears, she already sensed that something was
wrong.
“Mama! Mama!” I called out.
“What happened?” she asked.
I opened my mouth but instead of
words, heavy sobs came out. I opened my mouth again but instead of a voice,
tears were raging. That was one of the moments that I want to let her know but
all I could do was to show her how I felt. She shook my shoulders and asked the
same question. Still, I can’t talk. I am still in the state of being lost at
words. I can see her worried face turned to very alarmed but with me can’t talk
she became very anxious. She slapped me and slapped me and slapped me. That was
the first time that she slapped me and I can’t forget that moment of silence.
She was cursing and slapping me at the same time but I could not comprehend a
thing to what she was saying. It was as if everything was in mute and all I can
do was looked her in the eye wishing her to stop. The other kids were surrounding us; others
were smiling and exchanging whispers. Clearly they are enjoying the circus of
drama which added the pressure on me.
“Michelle on the cliff” I finally
blurted.
My Mom then let go of me and ran
quickly to the backyard. The other kids also did the same, they all rushed to
the cliff leaving me paralyzed. They were bumping at me as if I am invisible and
I was watching them like a child watching a procession with a fast forward
version. I felt a sudden pain in my butt it was then I realized that Mrs.
Garcia the Grade 2 teacher pinched me and she walked passed over me. The
pinched was nothing compared to the red traces of my mother’s hand in my
cheeks. But that pinched was enough to bring me back to reality that I still
have a sister hanging in a root.
When I arrived there the show was
over because the children were now retreating from their steps and started making
a fuss about what happened. I rolled my eyes and searched for my Mother and there
I saw her approaching, carrying my poor scared sister. I was relieved and
waited for them but my Mother walked passed at me, oblivious to my presence or
maybe just ignoring me. I was staring at them my Mother cuddling my sister and
my sister hugging my Mother while walking. I followed them like a puppy but for
a minute I stopped and looked back then continued walking.
