short stories i think of

One : What's your life like, Kaye?

I dedicate this chapter to my friend

My life is complicated enough. A single encounter in my life, wether good or bad, I have learned to simply just not care about it. Things happen, and it's part of life. Life has its ups and downs. We go to different directions and we wouldn't know because we let life figure it out for themselves. But there are times when we know what's happening and we choose to ignore it. It's because we choose and make our own decisions, and there are times when we just ignore the consequences of our actions. But, I simply just let life flow on its own. I just want to live. 

 I'm Kaye. I was often described as a joyful girl. They only say that because they have never seen me sad. They only see me as a happy person and that I have bubbly personality. But I don't blame them. I just don't show my sadness to them because I had trouble opening up to people and showing them my true emotions and feelings. I often keep it to myself which is why I cry alone in the dark before I sleep. I don't want them to know. I don't want them knowing that I am the opposite of what they know me of. I don't have people to open up to, nor people that I trust. I have friends. But I know they aren't true to me and they are just bullshitting me. 

 That was until a person from school asked me which room was the Art class. He was attractive. But I don't think he was my type. "I was just going to art. Do you want to go with me?" I said. I had to put on my smile. He followed me and he sat beside me. He was new to town he said. Art class finished and he asked me to be his friend. I agreed. After school, I went home. I always go home immediately. I walk since my house was just five minutes away from school. My mom sat on the couch in the living room, cigarette on her hand. I ignored her while I go upstairs straight to me room away from the smokes. 

 I look in the mirror and thought how impressive I was at keeping a mask on for so long. But I had to come back to the real me now. My brother then came knocking to my door. I told him to come in. He went shouting at me saying how I shouldn't have told his now ex-girlfriend that he was cheating on her. I ignored him. I knew this was going to happen anyway. I didn't fight with him. He had every right to be mad at me. But I couldn't just let it pass. He then came closer to me. He pulled out his gun I didn't know he owned and it pointed it at me. "Do it again and I'll fucking shoot you. You understand?" I nodded yes. I wasn't surprised about it. He put his gun back to where he took it and exited my room. Mom then shouted for dinner. 

 I went down and ate dinner. We were quiet. It was just me who joined my mother eating. "Where's Carl?" I asked, looking for my brother. "He went to go eat somewhere else." I didn't say anything. 

 The next day, I went to school. I was at the hallway when my new friend put his arm on my shoulder. I was shocked. He then asked me, "Do you wanna go to my house after school?" I agreed. I don't know why but, I was excited for school to end. I went home first to tell my mom and had my new friend, Duncan pick me up. We drove to his house. It was nice. It seems weird but, it was so different than our house. It has more colors and it was bright. His parents doesn't seem to be home. And just as I made that assumption, Duncan said his parents left to go to his grandparents' house. We went to his room first and he just showed me around. He then asked if I wanted to watch movies downstairs. I said yes. We sat on the couch and picked a film. "I'll get something for us to eat while enjoying the movie." He said and stood up and went to the kitchen. The introduction for the movie started. Whilst Duncan was gone I began questioning my self. I just met him yesterday, but why do I feel like we've known each other for long and I just agreed at the idea of going home to his house. Also, I barely know him. Maybe I just had the thirst of having real friends and I wanted this chance to have a real friendship with someone. Before I got so deep in my thoughts, Duncan came with a popcorn on his hand. I smiled at him.