The Small Incident
“Come on, guys, I didn’t ask to be here!” Rosa whines dramatically, trying to change their mind for the past fifteen minutes.
- “Well, that’s too damn bad because we are all here for you and you are acting like a selfish prick!” Emilia hurled towards Rosa. She was always the first one to get angry when a discussion happened, leading her to get into more trouble than the other members of the friend group.
Rosa did not answer her outburst as her friend continued to rant about how she changed and how she became a completely different person, the usual topics, usual arguments...It was making Rosa want to lash out, to tell them to shut up and tell them to leave her alone for a goddamn day but she composed herself instead and walked away. It did not surprise anybody because she was always the first one to leave when an argument exploded because of her actions or decisions. That was what she was, a coward who could not handle a simple communication between her friends that she had known since kindergarten.
She huffs to herself while walking down the familiar streets. The icy wind whipped her blonde hair to her already flushed face. She just wrapped the scarf more snugly around her red nose and narrowed her eyes, trying to see , despite the weather, the messenger of a storm. I shouldn’t have come to that stupid party. She thinks to herself, stomping on the ground stronger than before in irritation.
Struggling with her keys for a few moments, she finally opened the door and stumbled inside, slamming the door shut. An odd sense of peace washed over her. Finally, she was alone from all the chaos of the world. She quickly discarded her jacket and scarf, not bothering to hang them as she tossed them onto the floor carelessly. Yeah, her mom would kill her when she came but who cares when you are finally at home, right?
She wore her pajamas and flopped down into her bed with a grunt. Tiny footsteps, or should I say paw-steps accompanied her with a soft meow. Jumping to her bed and walked on her belly demanding to be fed. “God get off of me you little…” she groans. She had only five minutes of peace before her cat demanded food stripping her away from her well-deserved laziness.
“I would put you on a diet if I knew you wouldn’t claw my eyes then meow like crazy” She scolds while dragging herself to the kitchen. She ripped open the box and poured a generous amount of food into the cup. She watched as the white fluffy cat buried her head in its food cup only to not lift it for the next hour.
She picked up her jacket and scarf from the ground while thinking about the argument. She was a hundred percent sure that her friends wouldn’t just forget everything and act like it was okay. That gave her a weird relief. She was already seeking out every option to be alone, it was so different from her old self who was always so bubbly and wanted tons of friends, yet she found herself couldn’t bear her friends anymore. She checked her phone after lying on the bed. No messages, no calls as expected. She tucks her wild hair behind her ears as she climbs the stairs of the attic intending to escape from endless meows.
She clicked the door shut behind her coughing as the thick line of dust swirled around her. Walking to the library at the corner, the old wooden floor protested to her every step with loud creaks as she started to search the shelves for the latest book she was reading. Yes she was reading at the attic to escape her cat, completely normal, right? She stands on her toes to pull the book from a particularly high shelf while doing so, something heavy and dusty hit her square in the face. She let a pained yelp as she clutched at her nose losing balance and tumbling to ground in a mess of coughs and curses.
When she stood up she picked up the book with a scowl, oh no it was a notebook. A small but heavy leather notebook. Curiously she flicked through the pages a wide grin slowly spread across her face. It was an anonym diary, probably belonged to a hormonal teenage girl. She was used to finding unusual belongins of another as her parents were huge collectors. I am going to keep it, it will be fun to read she smirks to herself as she tucks it under her arm making her way towards her room. Little did she know, it wasn’t just a normal diary….
