First day over, I begin to head home. My head is so swirled that I almost take the wrong train. I almost forget where I’m going, but I find my self in front of Katsu Elementary. Yoshi is standing out front as many kids are picked up by their parents. His face depicts how I felt knowing my parent wasn’t coming. I call his name and his head jolts up. “Shiori!” he cries and runs towards me with all his might, crashing into my legs, he almost nocked me down. He needs to remember he isn’t as small as he use to be.
“How was school?” I ask, trying to be interested, “Did you like all your teachers?”
“They kept asking me if you were my sister, I don't understand, why would they ask me that?” Yoshi questioned.
I ignored his question, I knew why. The teachers knew who my mom was. Mother being a doctor and all they seemed to always favor me. I guess they will do the same for Yoshi.
Yoshi doesn’t seem to understand my silent. “What’s for dinner?” Yoshi asks, continues to ask questions, similar to this one all the way home.
By the time we got home, Yoshi had ran out of questions and resorted to asking me to help him with his homework. Since his homework was simple information questions, I decided to help. Normally, a child's guardian is suppose to help with these things and signing the paper. Because mother is often no where in sight, I’ve tooken on the task of getting these things done.
After I finished Yoshi’s information sheet, I started on my homework. After finishing, I started on chores, Yoshi following behind. This is about how our normal schedule would go. An average day, for an average life...or so I thought.
Mother normally works late, I’ve come accustom to never expecting any difference.
“Shiori,” ,Yoshi called from upstairs, “What’s for dinner?”
“I already ordered pizza.” I answer, sitting in the dark of the living room, the only light being the T.V. flickering.
I hear Yoshi cheer with pleasure as he come running down the stairs, pizza being his favorite food. I don’t see how he still gets excited, we eat pizza often. They deliver, we don’t have to leave, less hassle. Yoshi jolts me from my thoughts with a cry.
I jump to my feet, “Yoshi!? What’s wrong!?” I glance down at the bottom of the stairs to find that he has fallen. Now he sits curled up and sobbing. I scoop him up and set him on the kitchen counter.
“What happen? Did you fall?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He only nods holding his mouth. I pull his hands away to see. Blood trickles down his lip, he busted it pretty bad on the hard wooden floor. I grab a paper towel and dampen it with water and give it to him. Then, I begin to wipe his tears and carry him to the sofa. “There, there...” ,I whisper coaxingly, rocking him back and forth, “its alright.” I use to do this for him often, rock him back and forth. Soon he is quiet and relaxed.
Later on that night, we ate pizza, played board games, watched T.V., hide and seek, and pretty much every other game in the book besides tag. I wouldn’t allow it, given how he fell earlier. After that it was off to bed. I dreaded it, normally, being a teenager, I loved to sleep. However, when I closed my eyes nightmares of the day to come crept in. I didn’t even hear my mother come home, nor did I see her. I don’t recall seeing her the next morning either. I doubt I would have been paying much attention any ways. I was already too stressed and considered to play hooky. Finally, I decided against it and headed to school, Yoshi at my heels. What awaited me, I could have never forseen.
YOU ARE READING
True Friends
General Fiction"What does the word friendship mean to you?" he whispered to me, his breath was hot with anger. "Kazuo, you wouldn't understand! You never understand" I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. "Where in the hell do you think you're go...
