Fruit Fly

May 3, 2004

        It's 5:07. The yellow and orange sunset light spots me - my face, which I always wanted not to be seen. The grey sidewalk is peaceful, filled with my ever-loved silence. No traces of noise made by people who doesn't stop on talking, laughing at something that I find strangely not a thing that deserve even an air of laugh. I love the feeling of being alone. Away from the dreadful world of marionettes controlled by the professional puppet masters. Handled by the holy hands of those who control them and even their breaths, heartbeats, and sleeps with disturbing tenderness yet full of wrath. I am walking home.

        A figure is standing in front of my house. I see it blurred. While I continue to walk and draw closer to it, I can tell it's a person. A girl. I know her.

        "Hey Kate!" greeting her with a smile as I can. "What are you doing and why are you here?"

        "I am waiting for you." She smiles unhesitant full.

        "Oh wow, how sweet are you?" as we walk towards the front door. She helps me with my bags. I insisted to not to help me but she says she wants to. "Why are you so early? I thought you're going to come home at 7:30, am I right?"

        "Yeah, that's what I'm going to tell you. I have a surprise for you but! But I'll just tell you that later." She looked so happy. I wonder what it is. Maybe she got fired. But why is she so happy? Or had a new job. Or maybe promoted. Or whatever. "So, how was your day?" Here she again, always checking my day. Again and again like I have to tell her everything. But it's great, though. I'm like having a diary in a phonogram except that she's my face and my body.

        "Ohhh, nothing." I always start this way. I mean, everyday seems nothing. Do the tasks which's supposed to be done at that exact time. Routine. Nothing interesting. "But I don't like what happened on my other class."

        "Why?" looking at me worried while she prepares to cook our dinner. "What happened?" My sister has been always like my second mom to me. She is so sweet, and kind, and loving, and happy, and lovely, and I just love the way she is. We never had conflict with something. Not even once.

        "I just hate them. They always make fun of me. Another guy thrown paper trashes at me. They're ridiculous." closing my eyes while I sit on the chair. Then I blink my eyes open. I can see her looking at me holding a knife.

        "Again? Why don't you tell them to stop, or tell your teacher about that? Does she know? What kind of specie-?" Then she started to chop the onions.

        I found myself asleep. I see the minute hand strike at 6. It's 6:30. Dinner is ready. I can taste the smell of whatever dish she's made. I'm pretty sure it's a vegetable dish. She likes to cook and eat stuff like that. Me either.

        "Claire let's eat now I'm so hungry!" I walk to the dining table and sit across her. She smiles and hands me the hot soup and poured water on my glass. I smile too. Silence filled the atmosphere until she interrupted it.

        "Oh, hey, I nearly forgot." Blushing reddish pink. "Guess who got promoted!" She started laughing sweetly, dancing her head. She always looked that way. Beautifully made in every detail. Happy, cheerful, and I see myself at her - except that I'm quite the opposite. I can see what I'm gonna be looking like if I was cheerful. But as I said, I'm an opposition. Goth loner I guess if you call me that. I'm not surprised.

        "No! Really?! Wow, that's great. Really great." I also unknowingly blushed maybe.

        "Really great." We both shout the phrase again. Then we laugh.

         "I know, I know. Our boss and my children are the easiest to hold. I'm so thankful that they were the one I'm into. I always love my job."