1.1-Secret childhood friend
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It was a morning with blue skies and scorching heat but amidst the heat, children played in the playground together, and further, it was only the two of them playing in the sandpit. He was getting infatuated with Emerick even though they had just met. That brown-haired boy’s newfound infatuation with him was the kind that made Emerick feel weird.
He kept on gasping in amazement at Emerick’s skills in the sand next to his failed sandcastle. But the boy was also shy and doubtful, very doubtful Emerick could prefer him over his brother. But Emerick denied his doubts, admitting to preferring him, claiming his brother seemed mean. And then overjoyed, the boy surprised him by asking: “Let’s be friends from then on!”
But right as he said so, the bell rang quite loudly.
But the ringing of the bell doesn’t stop, it continues and grows louder, leaving Emerick frozen, replaying the idea left unsaid that he…wanted that boy to be his first and only best friend… His…
Suddenly Emerick gasps at the words and he instantly gets snapped awake.
Emerick’s POV
1.1-Secret childhood friend
Ugh, it was just my phone alarm.
I breathe out in relief but rush to shut up my phone and realize it had been at least 5 minutes since it began ringing.
I’m surprised no one came to shut off my phone alarm.
I groan as I stretch.
Gosh, what was that dream? I hadn’t had a dream about him in a long time…
But why am I thinking about him now?
And what were those words about?
No, no, I’ve got to relax! It was just a dream, it doesn’t mean anything… Yeah, I shouldn’t be fretting over nonsense. He doesn’t matter anymore, it’s all in the past.
I look at the time on my phone again.
School, yep, school. Can’t be late for that. I should care about school. I’d rather not be late, and especially not now.
It’s near the finals and I need to be there for every single bit of class lectures. I can’t afford to miss important information on the finals; my mom would be mad if she found out I failed a final exam yet again. Yeah, I’m no stranger to that but it’s not quite my fault either, I can’t do much about it but try harder.
I get out of my messy bed covers, not caring to make it.
Then, I get up from my bed, and I look around for my uniform and set my eyes on my door, my uniform is there on a hook. There lies a white short-sleeved polo shirt, a blue and white
lined tie and dark blue pants, with the pants’ belt probably not too far in my room.
I roll my eyes at the uniform.
But as I snatch it and find instantly the belt lying on my dresser, my mind drifts back to that dream but I shrug it off.
Nope, I’m not thinking about that again. I’d better dig it down six feet under.
Attempting to get my mind busy, I put on my uniform and try to organize myself the best I can without a mirror, though I do use my phone’s camera to ensure I don’t look like death. To my relief, I look okay!
As I often do, I brush a little bit of my slightly mopey wavy hair but before I can do better, I hear a yell and it comes from downstairs.
I recognize it to be from my mother.
“Coming!” I yell back.
Welp, never mind my hair. It’s not like many people will notice anyway.
I go up the stairs that connect my room in the basement and upstairs.
As I open the door, I am met with one of my younger sisters, half-sister actually, Leona.
“Emmy!” She squeals as she hugs my waist.
Ugh.
“Leona, get off of me. I need to go to the kitchen and eat breakfast; I’m in a hurry for school. ” I exclaim firmly.
“Na-uh,” She fusses.
“Leona…get off me,” I complain but my little sister refuses. I decide I have no choice, but to try as I might to lift her. She squirms in my arms, fussing.
“Put me down!” She fusses but I don’t listen as I bring her with difficulty straight to the kitchen. She’s definitely gotten bigger recently.
There, I put her down.
“There,” I say and she glares like the little child she is.
“What’s going on here?” My mom asks.
“Emmy is being mean to me!” She complains and I groan.
“That’s because she kept tugging at me and refusing to let go of me,” I say annoyed and my mom looks at me unimpressed but lets it go.
“Leona, your hermano has school soon, you can hug him before he leaves.” She says disciplining my sister and that surprises me, but oh well.
“Hupmh…” My sister groans unhappily.
“Why did you yell my name, mamà?” I ask expectantly.
“You were late. You have to leave in 20 minutes. Make it quick. Breakfast is ready for everyone, can’t you see?” She says frustrated.
“Sì, sì.” I groan as I take a plate of omelette and a toast.
After a moment, I sit down at the table next to my other sister Gabriela. Further in a highchair, there’s my baby brother. Meanwhile, my sister Leona went to sit on the sofa, flapping her legs excitedly like the 4-year-old she is.
I start eating my breakfast in the usual busy and loud environment with siblings.
Despite the noise, my mind drifts once again to that dream I had.
And I mentally groan.
Ugh, why can’t I stop thinking about this dream? It’s just him. It shouldn’t matter much.
I check my phone briefly under the table and notice the date.
May 28th,
Could the dream have something to do with the time of the year—
“Andale Hijo! You’re going to be late!” I overhear my mom yell and instantly put away my phone.
Ugh, I really need to speed it up.
Already he made me have less time than usual but now he’s going to make me late? Hah, not a chance!
I hurry up to eat and as soon as I’m done, I rush to wash my bowl, get my bag in my room and then get right back in the living room, rushing to leave.
My mom gives me an unimpressed look. Ah, she didn’t say it earlier, but she must be unimpressed by my hair but I don’t have time to fix that.
“Bye Ewmy!” My younger sister Gabriela exclaims as I head to the door.
“Bye, bye, Gabriela,” I wave back.
My sister Leona then proceeds to hug me tightly.
“Be good to the other kids today, ok?” I instruct her firmly.
“Yes, I will,” She pouts.
Then, I give my brother a quick kiss goodbye on his forehead and he giggles.
“Hijo, don’t forget to pay extra attention in class, ok?” My mom sounds affectionate but I know her strict ways.
“Yes, I will.”
I walk out the door and let out a breath as I start walking to school.
Gosh, sometimes I wish I were still an only child.
