Who is He
The sky had turned red with a line of a bluish color, painted like a masterpiece inferring the night will soon cover the skies. While I was amazed by the extraordinary artwork of God, I saw some yellow dots scattered around the washed-off blue skies.
Is this what it looks like when they say, a crossroads where day and night kissed each other?
I let out a small chuckle. I must be making a gull out of myself believing in some fallacy made up. Anyhow, the view was definitely serene to look at.
A moment later, the sound of birds ringed in my ears. I watched the birds flew away towards the horizon while wondering where would they be in the next hours.
Do they know where they’re heading to? Or they’ll just randomly stop anywhere that seemed comfortable?
If so, then neither them and I, didn’t have much difference since I’m still mulling over myself. Two weeks ago, my mother— ah! What should I call the person who adopted me at child but, decided to let me off from their guardianship when I just turned 15?
Where did I do wrong?
Now, in the next hour, I’ll be off from here. Off from the land once I called home. Two weeks ago, Azalea caught me red-handed bringing another two failed papers for her before I could even fabricate them.
They were a C- and an E. They were quarter-mile away from being failed alphabets. However, Azalea just decided to quibble over them.
“ Wendy!” Cried Azalea from the top of the hill.
“ Wendy! C’mon!” I always hate that name of mine. Sounds so cartoonish if you would wonder what I think.
“ Tom gonna pick you up soon so better have some dinner before you leave.”
Letting a low sigh, I hesitantly got up from the green grass I laid. The way the grass felt in my fingers reminisced me of all the good times I’ve had here.
Slowly, I forced myself to let everything go. Swear to God, I’m gonna miss everything. Especially, him.
Well, he wasn’t here but, still, I love him. It is fine for me if he doesn't want to say goodbye. I understand. No one really hankers for a good goodbye, right?
I heard the engine stopped and I quickly jumped from my bed to have a look over my small victorian window. I thought Tom only owned a truck. Now, a black Mustang? Hmm, that’s new.
As I squinted my eyes to see clearly, I waited patiently for Tom to get out of the car and made an excuse to leave me out and I had no need to get out of this house this soon.
To be the truth, I wasn’t really ready for this abrupt move-out.
But, another foreign figure caught my eyes. Yes, of course, I saw Tom with his washed-out leather jacket but who is he? The one who comes out from the passenger seat?
It was Tom with someone who I can’t really figure out who.
Without thinking much, I run down the stairs to greet them. More to greet the mysterious man rather than Tom himself even when I haven’t seen him for years long.
” Ahhh! It’s you, Wendy! I haven’t seen you for ages! You’ve grown up now. Looks like a blooming flower isn’t you, ” he stirred like a half-drunken man while his eyes darted straight at my shapely breast.
Pervert at his best!
I glared at him in disgust before Azalea struck my arm hard. She looked displeased. Well, I am too!
“ What a crude young lady are you! Aren’t you going to greet your uncle a little friendly?”
Azalea sprung my arms out and in the nick of time, Tom had already kissed my knuckle. Urghh! Utterly disgusting!
“ Hmm, you smelled good too, Wen. Like damp after rain wild-forest ” He smugged proudly while putting the words like he’s the best poet.
As always, I ignored things that aren’t amusing. Rather, I fixed my eyes to the guy behind him. He looked a bit interesting.
For upstairs, he looks lanky. I guess I was wrong, he’s quite athletic with a good height. Bet every girl in school would be drooling over him.
I don’t restrain my eyes as they traveled far for every curve he had. He got a very sharp chin almost like a blade sharp. His hair teased into a very naughty beach looks. A look that I only ever know from the magazines.
The best part, his lips looks—kinda peculiar. It was pink and— oh god! Has he been hit with something?
The corner of his lips turned black and blue. I felt my stomach churned but, weirdly I am interested. He really is something, isnt he, Wendy?
“ Ahhh! He must have gotten into another fight in school. Meet— Jackson. Jackson Haverly. He’s 16 as well,” said Tom as he swayed his body to Jack and look at him with unvarying looks.
Simply, I stretched out my hand and hoping for a handshake. As I have guessed, he brushed it off.
