Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter Twenty

I wonder if Sook knew this was going to happen. Just like Hwan as his sixth sense for romantic bullshit maybe she has a sixth sense of her own. Earlier today during lunch we sat alone in the room. That alone was unusual seeing as how she always ate in the cafeteria.

At first I thought she needed the silence. The whole day she'd been moping around so I was actually going to use the opportunity to ask her what was wrong. But instead of being comforted, she reached out to me and asked if I was doing alright.

The question caught me off guard. What had I done to bring forth such a question? To be honest I thought it was a pretty good day. 

In the morning I woke up early enough to eat breakfast with uncle before running off to school. He packed me an extra big lunch so I could share with everyone. Even our math teacher was out sick for the day. Compared to other days I don't think a single curse word left my mouth. Or was it that set her off? 

Wasn't she the one always complaining about my cursing in the first place? So did she want me to curse or not? If she needed me to I could throw out an entire paragraph with only curse words and transitional phrases.

"Daniel asked me to check up on you. Something about you looking really upset the other day. Is everything okay?"

Ah, he must be talking about that day in front of the school gate. I sighed, why did my uncle have to go making a show of things. All he had to do was ground me from working out and I would've talked to him in a heartbeat. Talk about an idiot. I finished washing the rest of the metal chopsticks and put them up to dry.

"Does it have something to do with your parents?"

I have no idea what warranted the next question though. I guess she found out something happened between me and my uncle? So that led to her asking about my parents? I don't know how her brain works sometimes. Though to be fair, I don't know how mine works most the time either.

But Sookie should really go into fortune telling. Not even I could expect what was going to happen after I finished cleaning up the shop's kitchen.

Viola walked into the shop like normal but she was holding a small white envelope. She wasn't her normal smile either. That told me that whatever was in the envelope was important. My Uncle looked over at the looks we were giving each other and that's how we ended up here. With an offer letter for my parents house set in front of us.

"You put up the house for sell without telling me? Weren't you renting it out?"

I shrugged, "For a while but they moved out so I thought, why not? It's not like we really spent much time in there. You know my dad built that second floor since we practically lived at the studio/gym. Sorry for using your name without permission."

My Uncle shook his head, "You don't have to apologize for that. That house was yours in the first place, you just weren't old enough to do anything with it. What I'm worried about is you making a hasty decision. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Do I really want to do this? I looked over the letter again.

You know, we might've not used that house too much but I do have some fond memories there. We had such a beautiful backyard porch that faced a thick forest behind us. On cool days I would sit outside when I was too lazy to train with a cup of my dad's "famous" hot-cocoa. He said it was famous but me and my mom knew he used those packets you could find at the Dollar General.

Still, we told him nothing for the sake of tradition. If they were free they would sit out there with me. If we were lucky enough maybe we'd see a deer poking out from the brush or maybe a rabbit. What I liked so much about it was the peacefulness. When I was back there I felt like the world would pause for a moment. It was truly beautiful.