Chapter Three
It was Thursday night and I was sitting at my desk doing my homework. We had an uneventful supper where my mother just compared me to my older brother, Patrick, and asked why I couldn't be more like him. I was used to it so I just let it pass through me, not letting it to bring me down. My little brother, who's actually my half-brother, was telling my mother and step-father, Rodger, about his day at kindergarten.
My phone binged with a message so I set my pen down and swivelled my chair to where my phone was placed on my bed.
Zachariah
Hey...
My heart hammered in my chest.
You
Hey, you. :)
Zachariah
How are you?
You
Okay, thanks :) Yourself?
Zachariah
I'm great thanks.
You
That'sgood...
Zachariah
I just wanted to apologise for Monday. Our conversation ended really abruptly and that was partly my fault
You
That's okay :)
It wasn't even his fault. My stupid mouth just couldn't control itself. But talking to him brought back so many memories and it just felt so natural. I missed him and his friendship so much, it physically hurt.
Zachariah
Well, I'll talk to you again later. Have a good night, Kath :)
You
Alrighty, talk to you soon.
End of conversation. My heart sunk and I fell into a bubble of sadness again. We used to be able to talk twenty-four-seven, and now our conversation barely lasted two seconds. I put my pen down and decided to just go to bed.
The next morning I woke up to a quiet house. I got ready and went into the kitchen. I spotted something on the table.
Gone for a business trip with Rodger. Daniel is coming with us. Organised for you to stay with Aunty Miriam. Should be back by Monday, maybe Tuesday.
-Mother.
I picked the note up and read through it several times. I then looked at the time.
06:00
When the hell did they leave? And when the hell did they tell me? Did they even tell me? I wracked my brain for an answer but came up short. They did not tell me. I looked at the now crumpled paper in my hand and threw it across the room. I went back to my room and packed. I heard a hooter outside so I quickly grabbed my laptop and stuffed some last few things into my bag. I felt angry tears burn my eyes as I stormed out of the house. I left everything open because I just didn't give a damn.
I got into the waiting car and tried to cool off on the way to school. It wasn't easy and my bad mood lasted the entire day.
I was glad when the bell rang for the end of school. Aaron, my cousin and Aunty Miriam's son, and I walked out of the school building and started to walk to his house. He was a two years older than me and they lived just a few blocks away. He was studying at the local university.
"So when are your parents coming back?" Aaron asked nervously. I could feel him watching me as I opened up a Jungle Bar. He knew I got emotional every time my stupid parents were mentioned.
"I don't know and, honestly, don't care!" I replied, aggressively biting into the Jungle Bar. Tears were burning in my eyes.
"Come on, Kathy. Don't be like that."
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青少年小說There's a difference between being alone and being lonely. Everyone loves being alone sometimes, but no one likes being lonely. And often, that is what you feel when you aren't loved, when you're shunned and when you know people are just pretending...
