"Wow" was the only thing I could say at the sight of the place that will be my bedroom for two weeks
Just when I thought the sitting room and other places were huge, my room alone was..... I just can't find the word
"You like it?" My dad asked.
"Like?" I scoffed "dad, I love it". I said honestly.
"I'm glad you do" he said as I moved inside fully taking in the whole bedroom.
This looks heavenly. I don't know how long my dad has had this place but I really wished we could start living here.
The cream and pink walls looked calm and welcoming. Just that alone was enough to make me want to stay here forever. Not to talk of the big cream shelf that had lots of novels which looked captivating.
I moved closer to the shelf and traced my index finger along the lovely novels that were arranged carefully as I inhaled their scent.
Call me crazy but the smell of new books and flowers do a lot of unspeakable things to me.
When I was sure I had had enough of them, (which is a lie because I can never have enough of the smell of books) I let my hand automatically pick a book without my mind. And when I saw what I had taken, I screamed. I literally screamed for joy.
Here it was. *After* right in front of me, right in my hands.
Before you call me crazy, I've been dreaming of having *After* in my books collection since I read it on wattpad. I am a bookworm, don't blame me and here it is. One of the best wattpad series, live in my hands.
I hugged the book so tight and searched if it was just in a book or it was series like the way it is on wattpad. And to my satisfaction, *After 1, 2 and 3* were finally with me.
Forgetting everything around me, I jumped on the pink, queen sized bed that I just noticed and started my journey with *After* again.
"No.... no... no... Not here, not now, not today". A crazy Felicia appeared from nowhere and collected my books from me.
"What is wrong with you?" I cried like a baby who just lost her lollipop. But in this case, that was an understatement. *After* to me is nothing compared to a lollipop.
*Try telling that to a baby* my subconscious told me.
Mheeen... maybe it's the same, but that's not the point.
"Felicia give me back books". I hit her with a big, not so big teddy that was laying beside me.
"And why? So you would ostracise yourself and get lost in wonderland? No, not happening. Your father brought us here to have fun for two weeks away from the outside world. Just us and our friends and that's exactly what we are going to do. Have fun... Now stand up, get ready and meet me down in thirty". Felicia instructed like a mother to her rebellious daughter.
"You can't just walk into my room and tell me what to do". I snapped, feeling the anger rising in me. No one, I mean no one should ever stand between me and novels, not to talk about *After*. "You didn't even knock, did you?" I asked.
"I'd have knocked if the door was closed and not opened". She yelled, pointing to my door which was indeed opened and bringing my father into sight.
*I totally forgot he was there*
"And really Chloe. Please not now. I know how much you love reading but please just these two weeks. I hate to say this but we are.. No I am losing my best friend and all I'm asking for is just two weeks to spend with her. To make memories that will forever be with me even when she is gone". Felicia said in a low, calming voice. "So what do you say? Wanna hang with us and enjoy the best two weeks of your life?" She stretched the hand she wasn't using to hold my novels and looked at me.
YOU ARE READING
The Play
Teen Fiction'The Play' is a fictional story that I started three years ago. It was motivated by a k-drama 'Extraordinary You'. Chloe Stimpson, the perfect daughter and friends was diagnosed with Cardiomyopathy on her nine years old birthday. She went throug...
