On the Petals of a Flower, I found something that does not belong to me

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(A/N: This English version is also not edited. But still worth it -I think- :D

Since it does not allow me to dedicate the chapters to everyone, I'll be making the dedications here, before every chapter. So:

This part is dedicated To Everyone who comes here and decides to give this a shot.

Happy reading!)

There is nothing worse than waking up in the morning for a meeting with your teacher and him setting you up.

 I cursed inside and once more I hung up the phone. The professor didn't say a bloody word that he would not enter the online meeting and I was furious. In two weeks there was the presentation of our thesis. I had already passed all of my lessons –my thesis partners the same- and all we had to do was present this bloody graduation, which had taken us almost a year to complete. We finally wanted to graduate.

 Something the professor probably wasn't aware of.

 I sighed and threw my cell phone on my bed. It was an old model, so I did not care much what would happen to it. Okay, I would never throw it at any wall. I was not such a person.

 "Damn!" I cursed loudly and grabbed my head with my hands. I let out a scream and passed my hands through my hair. The sleep was already gone from me. What would I do now?

 "Didn't you finish the meeting already?"

 I turned and looked at my grandfather. As soon as I saw his face, I calmed down.

 "No, Grandpa," I said. "The teacher set us up."

 My grandfather laughed. "It doesn't matter. His gimmick might have broken down. Another time, you'll have your meeting."

 I smiled when I heard the word 'gimmick'. I knew he meant the laptop.

 "I made chicken with potatoes today for lunch, you know. I will also add hot peppers to the salad. "

 "Oh, perfect!" I said and started to make my bed. It was my favorite food. Especially the hot pepper ones. I was crazy about hot peppers.

 "Go and wash and I'm going to get you something to eat from the bakery for breakfast," said my grandfather and headed for the door.

 "Thanks!"

 I stopped doing what I was doing and looked at him as his silhouette left the door. The expression on my face softened. I understood how much my grandfather cared for me.

 To make a brief mention, my parents are divorced. They have both moved on in their lives and have remarried. I have three adopted brothers, with two of whom, who are my mother's kids, we have no contact with, while with my sister from my father's side, we are like normal siblings. Ever since my parents divorced, one obligation, one quarrel, one another, they sent me a joint decision to stay with my grandfather. All my grandparents were dead and they only had him. Let me just say how happy he was when he learned that he would have company.

 So I spent all my years here with my grandfather. He raised me, he taught me to do multiplication and division, addition and subtraction. He taught me to clean, to cook, to watch out for the weird people on the street. He taught me everything I had learned so far.

 He had become my longest and only family. My own father.

 This story is not something I tell you to cry or get excited about. It is not a sad story. But a happy story, full of hope and good times.

 I never regretted my parents' choice to send me to stay with my grandfather. They would come and visit me whenever they wanted and I would go whenever I wanted. There were no restrictions. And I was doing well with both of them.

 When I was little I wondered why my parents divorced and why the other children lived with their parents, while I lived with my grandfather. But as the years went by, I understood them. They were two people walking two different paths. It's just that their paths were never to be met. It was something random, unprecedented, of the moment, but something beautiful. It was a good thing, it was done, it was remembered and it was over. None of them had regretted it, from what they themselves had told me. And none of them had ever neglected me. I always had what I wanted. I understood that even now they loved me. That's why they both suggested I go and choose one of their families. But I knew I belonged here. Here, with my grandfather. Here I was and now.

 My cell phone vibrated. I left the blanket from my hands and took it. It was a message from my step-sister from my father's side, Laila.

 'You up for a movie today?'

 I started typing.

 'I do not know. I have nothing to do tomorrow. Unless the idiot tells us to meet. This graduation will never come.'

 My cell phone vibrated again.

 'Hahahaha. Is it okay at eleven o'clock at night? I want to see a movie that I wanted to see for a long time now. And you work tomorrow, so I suggest we log in early.'

 I raised my eyebrows and thought the idea for a bit. Yes. I had forgotten that I was working tomorrow. I had forgotten that I had started working as soon as I almost finished school. Morning's did not do me any good.

 'Oh bollocks, yes I forgot. Okay. Let's say 11.'

 'Done. See you.'

 I locked my cell phone and left it on the table again.

 I had many things to do today.

***

 After the tedious cleaning work I had to do for today, I got my butt on a couch during four o'clock at noon. Let me just say that I felt like a corpse.

 'Baby, grab a hold of the joystick ~'

 I grabbed my cell phone and picked it up. "Hello" I said. I had to change my ringtone at some point. But Simon Curtis did not want to leave me alone. I always forgot it. And my friends always made fun of me and laughed about my ringtone.

 Imagine Barnes, your professor, calling you and hearing 'pick up the joystick', my friend Andy had said. And we all had cringed together.

 Truth be told, it was a pretty embarrassing ringtone to some. But for me it was the best. But Andy was right sometimes. It was really a bit strange sound. Especially if you combined him with who was calling.

 "Yes, hello Charlie. I'm Professor Barnes. Sorry I did not enter. I just did not have a good signal. There is a lot of rain over here. "

 I got up from the couch and started walking up and down nervously, as I did every time I talked on the phone. "Hello! Yes, do not worry sir. We just thought you had not seen the message" I tried to restrain myself and not laugh or cringe, as I remembered Andy's words.

 "Can you log in now for the meeting? Because I will not know later if I'll have a signal again," Mr Barnes said by telephone.

 "Of course. I will inform both Olivia and Sophie to log in," I assured.

 "Thank you very much. I'm logging in now" said my teacher.

 After we hang up, I locked my cell phone and breathed out.