It all started with one bump.
Kai Everest - cheerful, shy, bad liar, no licence, plays nothing, book freak, anonymous, blue, lavender... serious, overthinker. He learns to live his life to the fullest. The idea of just being a teenager who locked hi...
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Kai
"Why do you look so angry, dear?" Mom asked as we turn around a corner to get to the shopping mall. With both of my hands fiddling with each other, I glance towards her with my lips pushed to the side. I hate it when she knows what I was feeling or what mood I was in. She said that a mother knows well about their child's feelings. Well true though for me, my dad never really talks out about what I was feeling. All he ever did was showered me with what I wanted. That was daddy's love. Although to achieve that... I needed to follow what my parent's want, what their wishes... and being an only child seem to help me at all. My dad is very strict when it comes to me but that would be another story to tell about on another day.
To emphasize what I was angry about, it was because of that selfish, ignorant, obnoxious brat named Stan Malik which I am now starting to hate. I thought that maybe he was that friendly guy who would befriend with everyone but never did I ever saw the ugly side of him that made him so unlikeable. Ugh, he was just so full of himself!
'I don't think you have that money to do so. Not for someone like you'
Who would even say something like that? You don't even know me, you asshole! I regret having to feel anything towards the said guy. He wasn't even half what I expected him to be. What do you expect him to be, Kai?
I expect him to be nice... someone who had a way with how handling people with just friendly words or just say sorry or something but it was not like that. I always thought that he was the quiet type. The type that just doesn't say a lot of words to someone. But who am I kidding? He was that friendly with Charlie, it would be a lie to say he wasn't friendly. But maybe he is like that to someone he knows or likes.
I leave my mom's question with just a head shake, telling her that it was nothing. Nothing at all. It was not something for her to be concerned about. It was excruciating for me to let it all drown deep in my heart about what I felt because of how forbidden it is for me to felt what I feel for someone. It was indecisive of whether I like him or dislike him. It's just his attitude that made me sunk down my seat, with my eyes staring straight onto the road and my mind being a whirlwind mess of these thoughts and emotions.
Eventually, the sound of the car turning off made all of that vanished like birds flying away when someone came near them. I got off from the car and immediately taking the shopping cart as mom waits for me inside the mall. This mall was the only place she would go for groceries shopping. It had all the necessities she needed for cooking and the house. I, myself loved the candies they sold here. They had all the chocolate bars that gave me wonders of what Willy Wonka factory would be like. The stock just keeps on coming.
The trail following mom from aisle to aisle was something I came to be familiar with. I even remembered what item she would take from each aisle, it was just the same item. Nothing change, but when something just offers a cheaper price, her hands would instantly grab that one instead. We just love cheap items, who doesn't? Oh yeah, I know who doesn't... Stupid Stan.
