Haunting Regrets

Is this really a book?

"Hey, nomad!"

(sigh)
Why do he always call me that?

"Why always that nickname, Lance?"
I asked with irritation.

Well, I do know why... because it is literally the meaning of my surname, but whatever... I am getting tired of hearing it.

"You know, Isaac... You can see how close people are by how you talk to them! And we are close enough to be able to call each other with weird nicknames, right?" He said while looking at me with a happy-go-lucky smile he always wear.

"Yeh... Whatever... Let's just hurry up, we might get late for our first class." I said with a very unexcited tone.

"It is still early Isaac! We still have 5 minutes before our classes starts, and we are already on the school building aswell. Why hurry?"

Well, I knew he would say that, but... I just want to go home early...

...

The hours passed by like it always do... And then after dismissal...

"Hey Isaac! Guess we have to read some books for our project! Do you happen to have some that I can borrow?"

I see his great expectation in his eyes... He really do know that I like reading books ehh?

"I'll try finding some for you then."
I said with a smile.

I am in a good mood now since it is dismissal, and I'm excited to go home.

"Yey! Find me some shorter stories okay?"

Hahaha, typical of Lance, he is too lazy to read some long stories.

"Fine, fine... You know, sometimes you have to read some longer stories... Or do you even read books?" I asked, with doubt that he will say to me that he do.

"Hehehehehe.... I really... don't like reading... hehehehe."

Ehhh... Knew it...

"Well then, see you Lance tommorrow!" I said cheerfully.

"See ya, Isaac!" He replied.

After that, we parted ways and go on our way home.

"Mom! I'm home!"

Okay, put out the shoes...
Maybe, just leave the socks for a moment...

Let's see... Books that I can read...
I need to have an interesting one... Maybe a mystery type story... Hmmm...

"What are you trying to find, sweetie?" My mom said as she is trying to cook something for dinner...

"Mom, do we have other mystery books other than these?"

All mystery books that we have here are all typical and famous, what I want is something that only a few people know.

"Hmmmm... Ahh! Your father had writen one. It is somewhere in that shelf there, dear." She said as she pointed out the other bookshelf that I mostly don't look at. I really don't have any reason why...

But wait...

My father wrote one?! He is a police, and I have never heard that he became an author or anything!

Thats weird...

Oh well... Better look for it... It might be better than I expect.

"By the way, what is the title of it mom?"

"It doesn't have any title, but its the only blue book there."

Ohhhh... I see it now...

I pulled it from the shelf and hurry up to my room with it...

Well then, lets begin shall we?