The girl sat in the kitchen with her legs tucked under her and sipped flavored coffee from her favorite white mug. She leaned on the table covered with a white tablecloth, which gave some coziness to the apartment, and read the Chicago Tribune, which she received in the mailbox every day. The girl's morning always began with coffee and her favorite newspaper.
Elis's peers compared her to an old lady who had lived through several nuclear wars and, living in the modern world, still did not know about the existence of such a convenient thing as the Internet. But Elis did not like studying and reading information from the Internet, because after the first reading she did not remember anything and had to re-read the article. Most of all the girl preferred to read not only news, but also all sorts of scientific books and encyclopedias, in paper form - a small amount of information could still be memorized and fixed in her head.
In the newspaper, she liked to catch the headlines of the local news, where it said in bold, black letters in white that people had been rescued. Elis didn't argue that this occupation was also very strange, and she recognized that, but what was she if not an individual?
- When are you going to start reading normal books? - Suddenly asks with a low baritone voice.
The girl stumbles over the text and starts rubbing her temples to make sure she doesn't forget what she's read when the man enters the kitchen.
- Tom, you're not the one who reads the newspapers. What's your problem with them? - Elis frowns and takes a small sip of her coffee, casting the man an exasperated look.
- Well, there are better books than the Chicago Tribune. How about «The Tale of the Princess on the Pea», for instance? - or «Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs», - he curls his second finger, - or...
- Okay, stop, - Elis stops him firmly. - Thank you, but I'm not too young to read «The Princess on the Pea». Have you been making remarks since early morning?
The girl sighs loudly. Usually her mornings are more relaxed, but today it was hectic. All thanks to her brother.
- You will always be small in my memory, - he smiled softly.
- Thomas! - Elis barks and rolls her blue eyes.
- Come on, I was just kidding! - Thomas grins as he holds his hands out in front of his face in reconciliation. - I was just trying to piss you off a little, - he walks over to his sister and gives her a fraternal pat on the top of her hair.
- Now you didn't just piss me off a little, you pissed me off a lot! - The girl brings her hair back to normal and puts the newspaper aside. When she calms down, she says: - Don't do that again.
Thomas only nods silently with a boyish smile and casts his gaze around the table. His eyebrows rise in surprise as he stumbles over a second cup of freshly brewed coffee.
- Is that for me?
- Who else, our houseboy? - Elis answers the question with a grin, looking out the window.
- Thank you, - Thomas smiles and sits down at the table across from his sister, taking a small sip of the flavored coffee. - How's your arm, is it still there? - He asks seriously and takes another sip of his coffee.
- It doesn't seem to hurt, - Elis said, pulling the words out and immediately starting to feel her arm in the same place where she'd felt the terrible pain she'd felt before, the one she couldn't get away from.
In her last gym class, the teacher suggested that the whole class play basketball, which Elis hated to play, but she had to. The game was going well until she raised her arm up to catch a pass from a classmate, but the ball hit near the bend of her arm and a sharp pain shot through the area. It was impossible to move and bend her arm, there was a lot of swelling, and then she had to go to the emergency room after gym class.
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«This is not what I wanted»
Novela JuvenilElis's life is going well except for the murder of her father. The murderer could not be found due to a small lack of evidence, and the case was decided to be closed. Her father, John Routier to be exact, was a brilliant surgeon who popularized acro...
