Serendipity

ONE

-KAIYA-

End of August- 2018

Fresh humid pre-autumn wind blows through my messy blonde hair letting my baby hair dance with its rhythm. The rain announced himself already it would only be a matter of time until it would pour down on us.

Claire and Briana, my best friends, and Clairs boyfriend Nick and Brianas cousin Chase and me sat in a circle on the perfectly trimmed grass playing truth or dare. It was our favorite party-game, well it used to be mine too until him. Everything I do reminds me of him, it should hurt as much as it does. My heart aches to every memory. Every touch of anyone that isn't him. We broke each other's hearts carefully slowly but heavily scattering it into the tiniest pieces.

"Truth or dare, Kaiya?" Briana asks me.

"Dare." I chose. I didn't want to answer any questions that I couldn't. My best friends knew something changed me, something happened but they didn't ask because they sensed it was troubled topic. Honestly I didn't wanted to think about it, I didn't wanted to feel anything. After the sunshine the rain comes, always.

"I dare you to choose anyone to kiss anyone of this circle if you choose not..." the curly head explained.

"...she has to down the entire last bit of the bottle." Nick declared hitting me directly into the gut like a hammer thinning out the pieces. I sharply inhaled and quickly downed the whole bottle, the liquor comfortably warmed the back of my throat.

"Kaiya, you don't really have to ex the whole bottle, it was a joke." Chase called.

However I did not care it would me make forget for a quiet night. I never could have known that love hurted this much.

June - 2018

Summer. The single thing that pushed me through school. The thought of the sun, of my new friends. The thought that this summer would be everything I thought the last would be until it turned out quite contrary.

"Kaiya Winter?" the teacher called. A young woman maybe in her late twenties waved me into her office. My last name is kind of ironic, I was born midsummer at 3 o'clock in the afternoon in almost unbearable heat. My mother would tell me about my birth every birthday, laugh about my hatred for the cold and frosty winter and how my eyes and smile would glow in the shiny and sunny.

" Where is Miss Walker?" I politely questioned hoping she wouldn't hear the slightly disappointment that I wasn't greeted by the old short-haired ginger.

"Oh, she's at her daughters wedding. I will be replace her for this short term." the woman gave me a small forced smile. Of course, Miss Walker has informed her about me, well, more like warned her about my unique attitude when it came to talking about my problems anyone who's not her.

"Oh, okay." The mistrust spilling in my tone. I didn't wanted to be rude but nobody could replace the ginger I grew comfortable with.

"So, how are you feeling...?" she trailed anxiously. She tried so hard to cover it up. However I still noticed how she nervously played with her ring. An engagement ring probably. Though it was sparkly and detailed her fiance must have made an effort or mistake.

Inspecting the room around me from my current sitting position on the small sofa overdecorated with fluffy pillows I searched for a believable answer because I can't lie even if my life depended on it. Actually the lying itself is not difficult for me, it's my face and its expressions and movements which give it away.

"I'm doing the best I can." I answered as honestly as possible. Personally I am convinced I'm handling all the stress school throws at me pretty well. I even would dare to say I'm proudly of myself.