Caphelia's Project

9

SOPHIE 

Sunlight pierces my eyelids, I timidly open my eyes, and as soon as my vision stabilizes I realize that the curtains in my room are open. I was too tired last night and forgot to draw the binds. I roll over, deciding to stay in bed a little longer as I think back to yesterday's party.

The second meeting with Sebastian was fortunately for my mental health the last. In fact, even when everyone gathered in the living room to celebrate the team, he was not there. Ulani, Chris, and Benjamin were the only one from the "Fantastic 6" there.

Thomas was officially declared the new captain. The team gave him a little initiation ceremony, which consisted in drinking an indefinite amount of beers and getting a nice cake thrown in the face. It was a hilarious scene, to say the least, and that kept everyone entertained. Leaving aside my encounters with Mr Ricci, I had a good time. Although I can safely say that someone else enjoyed the party much more than I did.

I found out from Hannah that she got along well with the boy she was dancing with. They will never text or see each other again. For my best friend this is the best gift a guy can give her. She is convinced that she is a free spirit who discovers gossip and does not create it. I am done trying to understand what goes on in her mind, I just love her the way she is. No questions asked.

Thomas, in addition to the big celebration in her honor, spent the last part of the evening with Ulani. Nothing happened, but I think he is on the right track.

I finally find the courage to get out of bed. I head to the bathroom to take a shower, which turns out to be unexpectedly relaxing. I go down the stairs and into the kitchen to eat breakfast when my dad wishes me good morning and informs me that tonight, as indeed every Sunday, Aunt Fatima is coming for dinner. She is my father's sister and I grew up with her. She has been and continues to be a brotherly figure for me. My aunt is more of a big sister to me than a mother. From a very young age, I spent a lot of time with her. My dad has always worked hard to ensure a good lifestyle for me. Aunt Fatima is, along with my father, my role model. She is a determined, strong, career woman. She works as an architect and is very competent in what she does.

I try to cut carrots as best as I can. I am sitting on the stool at the small kitchen island. In front of me, my Dad is cooking. He is an expert in cooking and I help him when I can, but I don't cook. I chop, clean, fix, and stick to that so the house doesn't blow up.

The doorbell rings, I jump off the stool and run to the door. I open it wide and two big blue eyes smile at me. Aunt Fatima in all her sweetness opens her arms and wraps me in a warm embrace.

"Hello love, how are you? How was the party?"

I had told her about the party on Thursday night when she called me. We talk very often and I tell her a little bit about everything. I trust her, I confine in her and like hearing her advice.

I also mentioned to her about the afternoon spent with Benjamin. She did not react as I would have expected, far from it actually. She advised me to be very careful with those families; she never liked them from the moment they first set foot in town. She almost forced me to promise her to stay away from them, which seemed to me quite exaggerated. When I asked for an explanation and expressed my opinion that she was blowing it out of proportion, she immediately changed her tone by agreeing with me. She admitted that she only knows their parents and one cannot generalize about children as well. She finally stated to be careful and that she will always be "team Thomas." Aunt feels a certain adoration for Thomas. She is even convinced that we will get married.

"Very well we had a great time" I answer the question just posed by my aunt. 

We make our way to the kitchen where Dad is focused on plating the fish he has cooked.