The White Higanbana

Rhea

Friday, 5.00 p.m., Rhea's House

So I'll sing Hallelujah
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
When I fell down you'd be there holding me up
Spread your wings as you go
And when God takes you back we'll say Halelujah
You're home

I was sitting by the window and the clock struck five. She should be here anytime, I thought. And there she is, right behind my back, ready to scare me again. But I'm not letting that happen, so I made a move before she did.

'Hello Cara,' I said, while my eyes were still locked at the view.

'Ugh...... How the heck you knew everytime?' She sat in front of me, puffing and complaining.

'I've known you for four years,'

'No. Seriously, I wonder how you know,' she wouldn't give up.

'First, you're always on time,'

'And the second?'

'And?'

'I have sensitive senses,'

'Sure you do, Ms. Sensitive. Now, chop chop. We've got work to do, let's go'

'Work? What work?' I finally set my eyes on her. While she had her famous death glare on me. Great...... Here comes her.......

'What are you doing in class seriously? Have you not paid any attention in Mr Salvatore's class? The assignment due is next Monday and you have no idea about it? How the heck did you survive Mr Salvatore's class? Now does it ring any bell? Can we go now so......' she nagged with a high pitch voice.

'Alright, alright! Now the bell rings nonstop, thank you,' I rolled my eyes while getting up.

We went to the attic, or to be precise, my room. I found it peaceful and cozy staying up here, so why not? Cara stopped when she looked at the picture on the wall, while my hands were still getting things ready. I stole a few glances at her, she was so lost in the picture.

'I'm done. Let's go,'

'Okay. Where we heading anyway?'

'No idea. Juat let my feelings guide,'

'Oh, how 'bout your mom's......' before she could even finish, she felt shivers running down through her spine.

'Woah woah, just tell if you don't feel like it...... Your stares could kill and you know that right?'

'Oh I am well aware of it, Charlotte Rivora. And for the last time, she is not my mom and no one will ever be!' I spat viciously, my voice raising by each word.

'Okay, okay. Calm down, Rhea. I'm sorry, okay? I'll keep that in mind. I'm sorry. I really am,' her eyes were starting to tearing up.

I took a deep breathe. 'I'm sorry, too. For yelling at you like that. I just......'

'Nah, it's fine. Can I get a latte with extra foam later?'

'Sure,'

'Yes!' she jumped with excitement.

Friday, 6.13 p.m., Arno's Court Park

My drawing was almost done until Cara whisper-shouted to me.

'Rhea!'

'Just a sec...... Almost done here...... And you were saying?,' I looked at her the moment I gave my drawing a finishing touch, putting down the pencil and stretching my arms.

'Cara?' I looked around.

She was gone. Well, that's a first. I kept looking around, trying to search for her. Then I met a pair of red orbs. He smiled at me, and I did not like it. His smile sent chills down my spine.

'Sorry, Had a tad bit of trouble coming back here,' she reappeared again.

'Hmm,' then I looked around.

As much chills as he gave me. He seemed familiar. I feel like talking to him.

'Looking for someone?'

'Nope,' I denied.

'Liar. I guess someone is handsome enough to catch your attention,'

'Fine. Point?'

'Just admit it, come on,'

'Let's go home. These fingers aren't mine anymore,'

'Rhea...... Has anyone ever told you you're no fun and a mood spoiler?'

'Fact, she's right beside me,'

'Whatever, you sarcastic mood spoiler. Let's get you back home,'