"So," My sister started off with gusto. "What's the excuse to- Oh man, what's up with that smell!?"
"Rude," I said coldly, as I entered the car. "I played basketball, that's all."
"You, sports?"
"Oh and why am I not surprised with that reaction?"
"Because you shouldn't," she answered in a very matter-of-fact way. "Anyways, I don't think you're the type to play any kind of sports just because, so.. Spill it out. Who were you trying to impress?"
God, she is so annoying.
The same way you are for those around you too.
Oh, for fuck sake, I have two of them in here with me.
"I was playing with Ji-Sung for a bet. A bet which now that I think of it, we didn't even get to settle." I was ready to pull out my phone to get some form of clarification on our deal when my sister just had to stop me in my tracks with her usual tendency to brake out of nowhere. "What the hell was that for!?"
"Isn't that..?" She was waiting for the road right outside of the school gate to clear when a familiar figure sped by right in front of us on a motorcycle. Despite me being a bit late to the party, as was expected from me by this point, it was still clear as day the sight that had come to present itself to me that very moment. Although it did go as quickly as it had arrived, I had absolutely zero doubt about what I had just seen. I'd recognise that face anywhere. Not only of the person in question, but also of the guy who was riding the motorcycle in front of her, someone whom I had only just met today.
"Why is she with.."
"Why aren't they wearing any helmets? That's dangerous." Ah yes, my sister, everybody, the most vigilant person in the world when it came down to traffic safety. "Anyways, you were saying?"
While she continued to drive our way out of the vicinity, I proceeded to tell her all about the events that had gone down just earlier today. Of course, I kept some of the unimportant details to myself, since, you know, it was always nice to not reveal all of your cards straight away. After all, it wasn't like I felt that comfortable right now to tell my sister about what it was that Mr. Wade had said to me, nor for that matter was I comfortable to let her know that I had forgotten to bring my bag in the first place. Nonetheless, it was still a good feeling to have someone you could talk to about your day every now and then. I would never admit it to her, but I enjoyed these small conversations I would have with my sis' whenever we were going home. It felt 'homely', if that was ever a word.
"Wow, that sure takes me back. D&D, huh?" My sister asked, her eyes gazing far into the distance as the road was yet again quieter than usual. "I used to have a friend who was so into it back during middle school. He was quite the character; I would be lying if I say that we got along very well, but it wasn't like he was a bad kid. I wonder what he's up to now?"
"Who? Denzel?"
"Oh, no~ Denzel would never. Besides, Denzel and I got along pretty well." My sister's eyes challenged me as if questioning where I had gotten that assumption from. "I do still keep in touch with him, you know. He never went abroad, so it's much easier to meet up and all that. The guy that I was talking about, and I don't know if you know him, but his name was Harry. He was the one boy in our class all the teachers would always note down for having such God-awful unkempt hair. He never ever heard the end of it from Ms. Helna."
"Ah, I think I might remember him now. Whatever happened to him?"
"I don't know. That was what I said literally just a second ago." The blank stare that she gave me alongside this response was that of one person done with the other person's bullshit. In this case, said bullshit was my admittedly pitiful and ignorant attempt at small-talk.
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Sleep Deprived
Teen Fiction"A rewrite of a story that I had once written, and a story that has continuously been playing in my head ever since." Noel, a tired yet somewhat still trying high schooler, is plagued by a problem that has made it even harder for him to overcome his...
