Andrea smith met a guy at a subway train when she was 12 years old. She and the guy became close friends until the mysterious guy just disappeared. After 6 years, she met a guy who always reminds her of the guy that he met at the subway. But at that...
Back when I was 12 years old, I use to take the subway train to go to school. One day, I met a lonely boy sitting on a chair with the same school uniform as mine.
Then, I sat next to him as he looks at me. I smiled at him and said "hey!" But he didn't respond. He just looked at me and looked away after a few seconds. That was the first time that we saw each other.
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The next day, I saw him on the same spot again. I never saw him at school but he wears the same uniform as mine.
I tried to talk to him again and said "why aren't you talking to me?" He didn't answer me and didn't even look at me. So I tapped his brown blonde hair. He looked at me while he was showing that he hates it.
Days after days, he used to do the same thing. He used to avoid me and never talked to me.
Once, I saw him at school sitting on a bench with someone else sitting beside him that wears the same uniform as mine and looks like my age. They were talking to each other. That was the first time that I saw him smile. He was really cute with a smile on his face.
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We're both on the subway train. I smiled at him and he just half-smiled at me. I sat next to him and said "hello!" He half-smiled again. It made me blush that time and gave me a lot of electric feels that I can't explain. He finally talked to me for the first time.
I can't exactly think all about the things we talked about that time but all I remember is about how he looked like and how he used to smile at me.
Every day, we used to talk and we've been friends since then. We used to sit together during break time and playtime, talk to each other at the subway train, and more. He was always nice to me.
Days and days pass so fast like a tornado. We've been together for 2 years. When I was 14, we used to see each other only once a week because we took different schools for high school. But we used to talk on the phone more often.
Until one day, when we were about to see each other on the subway train, he didn't show up. I didn't mind about it because I thought that he was just too busy.
The next day, I called him but he didn't answer. What the operator said made me realize that he changed his number. Every day, I will wait for him to show up on the subway train but he never showed up in 6 years. I don't even know his full name and all I know is his nickname because he never told me his real name. He is Andrew.
Since then, he never showed up. He never even called me on my phone. Six years passed and he never ever showed up. While here's me, looking for him and wondering if he is ok.
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In silence, I was sketching Andrew's face as far as I could remember him until my sister Lorie came from nowhere. She tried to tickle me but I felt her earlier so I managed to stay away. She laughed as I felt my heart beating so fast. She placed 12 shopping bags on top of her bed and sat on top of her it. "Why are you here so early?" I asked her while looking at the shopping bags "well, all of my friends just need to have a little time with their family so I was left and I decided to go home." She replied.
She grabbed two pink shopping bags and gave those to me. Without confusion, I asked her "what's that?" And she rolled her eyes as she looks at the mirror beside me and she finally said something after a minute "obviously these are shopping bags from the mall" is she insulting me? Or she's just messing with me? I tried to sit down but right before I did, I said something to her that probably made her laugh "I know girl, but what will I do with that?" she placed the handles of the shopping bags on top of my palm so I opened it and I saw a red dress that has glitters that I hate the most. "Girl! You know I had a trauma with these stupid glitters!"
Once when I was a kid, I got into a little childish girl fight with the girl I hate the most, Carlene. She spat out a bottle of glitter on my face back when we were in 2nd grade She is the girl that I hate the most since then and until now. I just don't show her that I hate her but deep inside my heart, I want to tear her apart.
Lorie grabbed my sketch pad and I felt nervous as she stares at my drawing. It's like her lips are going to pop when she smiled at my drawing and looked at it for the second time and looked back at me.
When I smiled at her, she said something that made me laugh so hard. With doubt, she said "umm....... can you make a drawing of his brother? If ever you remember his looks, please just go ok?" I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed until I saw her eyebrows meeting and her nose that seems to give out so much smoke. I fixed my hair and placed the dress that I was holding back into the shopping bag.
She looked at me again and I said "ok, I don't remember him anymore. Look, Lorie, do you remember his looks? Because I don't" she just handed out her hand to me and said, "no, never mind!"
From a gap, we both heard our mom calling us "girls, come down here now, we will have dinner in 5 minutes.
Get down here now girls" our dad came from nowhere to call us. He knocked on our door and it made me jump off my bed "hey girls, let's go down now." Our dad looked at us with his face that tries to say that he is busy right now. He gently opened the door to force us to go downstairs for dinner. "Yes Dad," we both said as we leave the whole room.
I sat on a chair beside Lorie. She looked at me and gave me a plate filled with vegetables. I grabbed it with my hands and started eating.
My dad started talking. So, here we go again! He will ask us questions that we don't want to answer. Do we have a choice? No, we don't. He is our dad and all that we should do is to answer and obey him.
"So Lorie, how was your day with your friends?"
Lorie had nothing else to say so she said "it was good" but it was the dumbest answer I ever heard.
Dad broke the silence as he looks into my eye and asked me too "how was your tutor today Andrea?"
I answered, "it was a good dad!" But I didn't attend to it because I feel so lazy today.
He smiled at me as my mom looks at him to hold his hand. They smiled at each other and it melted my heart like butter under the sun.
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🌌Author's note🌌 Hello everyone! Thank you for reading this chapter Chapter 2 will be published next week. Thank you!
