Lost Soul

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Chapter 10

‘Some people are going to leave, but that is not the end of your story. That is the end of their part in your story.’

~Faraaz Kazi

Astrid had never felt so restless. Her bag seemed to weigh a ton on her shoulder as she thought about the clothes inside it, waiting to get delivered back to its owner. The students bristled past her, oblivious to the anxiousness bundling up inside her.

She just wanted to return it to him without anyone knowing about it. She mentally prayed in her mind, hoping that Asher had kept his mouth shut and had not told anyone about what happened that weekend. The last thing she needed was a bunch of judgemental eyes watching her every move like a hawk, along with snarky remarks.

She stood by her locker, hoping to catch him in the crowd but suddenly changed her mind and decided that was probably not the best idea. She opened her locker, stuffed the shirt and hoodie into it, grabbed her books and walked off to class.

She mentally swore at herself as the bell rang, signalling that school was over for that day. All the kids rushed out of the classroom, obviously in relief and happiness as she sat in her seat, her brooding gaze fixed on her hands on her desk.

She could have given him his clothes back considering he always tried to sit with her at lunch but due to some human error, she had decided not to go to the cafeteria and had instead found refugee in the library, amongst the bundles of paper and ink. She was rather proud of her ninja skills as she skillfully avoided him though her job had everything to do with him.

Though she might not admit it, Rebecca’s words had struck a nerve on her. Considering all that thinking that she did during the weekend, she had decided it was best for her to avoid him completely and try to go back to being the social outcast.

But she had to return the clothes. Not knowing what to do, she walked out of the classroom, deep in her thoughts that she did not notice what was happening around. She was pulled out of her reverie as her head slammed against a hard surface, profanities escaping her mouth. A small chuckle brought her attention to the guy standing in front of her, a gentle smile on his face. He was rather good looking with dirty blond hair and a lean built. But it was his eyes that brought her attention. Deep pools of molten chocolate. Eyes that were so familiar to her. Yet she could not place her finger upon it.

“Sorry about that,” he quickly muttered an apology, his hand rubbing the back of his head. She simply waved it off.

“Nah, I should watch where I am going. Sorry about that. Later,” she walked off quickly, reminding herself, not to talk to him or even look at him again. Those eyes. It reminded her of someone that she so desperately wanted to forget.

She walked out of the doors, thinking about how to give the clothes back to him. She groaned to herself as she realised that there was only one option left.

“I can’t believe I am doing this,” she thought to herself as she made her way to Asher’s house, hoping that he was not there.

She rang the doorbell thrice and waited at the doorstep, the shirt and hoodie neatly bundled up in her hands ready to shove into to the person who opened the door. She waited as she heard footsteps thundering down the stairs, to answer the door. She knew Asher was not there due to the missing car in the garage.

The door opened revealing a girl, probably one or two years older than her, an exact replica of Kate except her eyes with was brown. ”A lot of brown eyes today," she thought to herself as she held out the clothes to the confused girls.

“Who are you and what is that?” she asked, pointing to the clothes.

“Your brother’s,” she simply replied before cursing at herself. “Now that sounds bad.”

“What?” The girl looked at her as if she had grown two heads.

“Asher is your brother, right?”


“This belongs to him.”

“But why do you have them?”

“Why don’t you yourself just ask your brother that?” She simply shoved it onto her hands and quickly turned at walked off, leaving the poor girl standing at her door, with the clothes in her hands and a bewildered look on her face.

Asher pulled over in his driveway, exhausted because of the football practice. A match was coming up and Mr.Randy decided to increase practice time by an hour. Though he told the students it was for the match, Asher knew he thought that they were becoming bad after Astrid beat them.

He quickly went inside, shouted a greeting to his mom and dad and went up to his room. He took a well-deserved shower for about fifteen minutes and finally settled on his bed with his phone when someone knocked on his door.

“Come on.”

His older sister, Arianna walked in. They were the typical siblings who were always at each other’s throats but ready to anything for each other in a heartbeat.

“What do you want?” he asked in an annoyed tone, knowing it would rile her up. She threw something at his face. It was the shirt and hoodie that he had given to Astrid.

He suddenly realised something. He had forgotten to check on her. He looked for her during lunch and in between classes but it seemed like she vanished into thin air. He assumed that she had probably taken the day off considering what she had been through and decided to check on her but realised with a dejected sigh, that he neither had her number nor knew her address. Guess this only option was to wait for her to turn up to school.

“How did you get this?”

“So these are yours,” Arianna said, with a surprised look. “I thought she was lying.”

“How did you get this.”

“A random girl showed up at our doorstep today, said these clothes are yours, shoved it into my face and walked off.”

“That sounds just like her,” he muttered under his breath, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, though lip lips curled up in the corners.

“Do you know her?”

“Kind of.”

“What do you mean?” A disgusted look came on her face.” Is she one of your-” He cut her off immediately.

“No. Trust me, if anything she will probably be thinking of ways to kill me right now,” he shuddered slightly.

Arianna looked shocked for a second before letting a laugh. “Are you by any chance scared of that girl? She looks like she could not hurt a fly. She looks so innocent”

“You haven’t seen what I have. She is anything but innocent.” Looking at her questioning gaze, he let out a sigh, motioning her to sit and started explaining everything to her, from the day when they played dodgeball to the Friday night.

When they were young, though they did fight like all siblings did, Asher was a little bit closer to his older sister. She was a listener. Whenever he had anything troubling him, he always talked to her and listened to her advise.

By the time he was done, Arianna’s eyes looked like saucers, with her mouth wide open. If it was any other time, he would have probably clicked a picture of her face and would have made fun of her but this time he knew her expression was understandable.

“Damn.” She paused for a second. “Wow.” It was as if she had lost her ability to think or form sentences. “Wow.” She repeated again as Asher let out a laugh.

“I want to meet her.”

Asher groaned out loud. If by any chance, those two became anything close to friends, he knew they would probably devise methods to torture and kill him in a hundred different ways. And he sure was not ready to lose his life anytime soon. But he knew, once his sister made up her mind, there was nothing that could stop her.

In a span of a few hours, Astrid had won over his mom and his sister who had never really met her, loved her already. Realising this, one question crossed in his head.

Who are you really, Astrid?

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