I was just brushing my teeth 8 AM in the morning so peacefully, enjoying my time alone in the house because mom and dad went for a separate business trip.
Since before, I was always been enjoying to stay in the house for myself, unless when that girl invites me to play outside.
The relaxing vibe the atmosphere in the house emits to me; the light-cream painted wall; easing wind flowing through the windows as the sun's brightness lights up the whole living room, is profoundly enjoyable.Well, that's until my phone rang.I was surprised!
For 3 years, she'd finally thought of contacting me.
[Anne is calling you]
Anne. Did you just hop from excitement? Hmmkk HAHAHAHA! Ahh ughh...
Paul. Sheesh What's funny about that.
Anne. Aheem! Btw, where are you?
Paul. Uhhm... At home, what do you want?
Anne. Come with me, we're going pineapple hunting. :)/
Her voice...
Paul. You mean sneak out the side of the barn and get shot, with a shotgun, again?
Anne. C'mon, it'll probably be worth your time.
Paul. For your convenience.
But without her notice, I already had been preparing my self to come over her location.
Anne. It sounds like you're in a hurry, something urgent?
Paul. Uhh no, where will we meet?
Anne Uhhm... Winston street?
Paul. Okay sure.
Anne. Yes! Be here in ten minutes, and HURRY!
[Call ended]
"YEESSSS!", I ran around the house and rushed upstairs.
Anne Elizabeth Harrison was my childhood friend. Probably the first friend of mine. She first arrived in town when she was 7, when her family moved here from California.She was dazzling when I first saw her and most often, she would invite me outside to play. We'd go out day and night, been hanging out like every day, untill three years ago. And now she finally contacted me.
Winston street, four kilometres away from home, I rushed through my bike. The mood in the area as I ride swiftly through the road felt like a morning in a new adventure. I thought that George's, "Here comes the sun." track would be enjoyable so I played it and had myself more relished as I continue on my way. I passed through beside the Oak'n Larson street to watch the view of the town's lake. I'm now certain that I'm close to her location.
While driving , I noticed myself enjoying the feels that the water in the lake gives chill to my skin together with a blue sky and a fine day, and the country side atmosphere as it brightens up my view for the day, akin to delightful pleasure, I couldn't ask for more.

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