Day by day.

Pilot.

(No part of this story is real. Completely fiction. Completely original. Hope you enjoy it! Like, Vote,Comment!)

"Whaaaaat?!" I hollered, hoping that Mom would hear me from upstairs.

"OHMIGOOOOOSH. MY WORST NIGHTMARE. WHAT IN THE JESUS WORLD IS THIS?!" I was thinking out loud, shouting into my pillow and swearing like I didn't give a damn at all about anyone who's still sleeping this early in the morning.

This was me. Well, WAS, 2 years ago. When I was still socially awkward. Nobody would ever befriend me that time. Thinking back, I don't even think the 'me' now would ever talk to me. Though, I was the most popular among the teachers in Belworts High. I was often called a teacher's pet but I was too busy with all of my works as the student president to care about all those idiotic sh*t. Well, maybe they were just jealous, I thought.

"MOM! HOW COULD YOU?! WHY DID YOU?!" I hollered again, heading to the kitchen and stomping all the way to where she was who was preparing my all-time favourite guilty pleasure, chocolate chip pancakes. I guessed she was guilty and wanted to calm me down. She rarely cooked them for me unless there were special occasions.

"Mom, could you pleeeeaaaase at least in form me even if you've made a decision to sign me up for a summer camp? Could you? You know I hate people, don't you? I would die, Mom!" I raged and shouted at the top of my lungs.

On the other hand, Mom was all calm and seemed prepared. She knew me well.

"Honey, it's just three days and two nights. You will not die, my dear. Plus, you're not anthrophobic like what you've always thought. Remember? We went to the psychiatrist. I even have a 'cert' for that and showing it to you is not a problem at all. Or maybe you'd prefer me framing it up for ya," She said while chuckling lightly, placing a plate piled with chocolate chip pancakes on my usual spot on the dining table. (Yes, I was just like Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory. Nobody could be at my seat or I would scream. I don't really know why, but since young, I've been like that)

As a protest, I held my urge to stab my fork into the pancake pile and finish it in a minute. So, I screamed and ran back to my room. I shut the door as loud as I could because a part of me wanted to let Mom know how angry I was about this sudden matter.

"Aww.. Honey.." She knocked on my door, pleading for me to come out of my room. I was firm. I hated people. and that was why I hated camps. Who cared if they were beneficial or not?

"HONEY, I WILL BE OUT OF TOWN, SO I NEED YOU TO GO SOMEWHERE BUT YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE A FRIEND TO STAY WITH, MY DEAR. I'M SORRY! COULD YOU PLEASE LET IT BE THIS TIME? PLEASE, DEAR? I PROMISE YOU, JUST ONCE!" She was trying so, so, so, so hard to make it clear to me as she knew that I would be blasting my headphones with one of Ed Sheeran's songs. (Ed was my all-time favourite. He had different varieties of music and I could listen to his songs all the time)

I actually heard her. I wasn't blasting it loud enough, I guess. Her plead broke my heart. She has been with me since my father's death. Never once did she leave me alone. Paps was in the military. A tragedy happened. There was a sudden attack at his site and he was unfortunately killed. It was the day when he planned to come back home for my sixteenth birthday. Since then, Mom had quit all her societies and become a full-time mother with her own small café business. Her friends started to not invite her to parties and events as they knew how hectic her life was as a widow.

"Poppy?" She asked, still waiting outside my room door. I stood up from my bed and took the photobook full of memories that I had with Paps.

It was in a box where I stored each and every thing that reminded me of him; the way he used to carry me up when I was little and the way he used to smile so brightly that Mom would stare at him for hours. There, I too stored a set of his uniform other than all the soft toys that he bought for me. I picked it out from the box, placed it on my shoulder and started to imagine that he was wrapping me in a hug with his long arms. That was when I started tearing up. Streams of tears came out from my eyes. I missed him so much and so did Mom.

.

"I shouldn't be so selfish all these while. She had a hard time too," I whispered just enough for me to hear myself.

I put on my headphones again and listened to Ed's Afire Love. "...Black suit, black tie in the rain..." It was exactly what happened to Pap's wake. I told myself that it was her turn. Her turn to have some fun. So, I opened the door, hugged Momma and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. So, so sorry." She was surprised, most probably because thoughts were all going into my head, not through my lips.

And that's how it lead me to the place. The place that I found something important. The place where my life changed and never went back again. Like ever.

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