Seven

Four

Am I updating a bit quicker? Or just procrastinating and not studying? 

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~ Four ~

WHAT TIME IS IT?

SUMMERTIME

It was the last day of the school term, and the glorious long summer holidays were beckoning.

School was let out, and it was a wonder we didn't all burst into a High School Musical re-enactment.

Ah those sad byes we waved to each other: Half hearted at best. After all, most people were leaving to some exotic place or the other.

It was only when these five weeks started seeming monotonous, with no over hanging threat over our heads, when we started missing school. I called it Stockholm Syndrome.

In the first week, you would relish staying up all night, having random marathons with yourself.

Second week would pass by quickly in the same manner.

Third week would come around, and we would fondly remember school. Then we would violently shake our hands. And continue with the rereading of Harry Potter.

Fourth week was withdrawal symptoms. You would walk around the house, feeling restless. You were tired of having nothing to do.

By the time the fifth week rolled around, you would jump with the happiness of the idea of school.

Stupid school. Ruining lives all the time.

Back to the present moment: I had totally zoned out and me being McClumsy, I promptly bumped into a hard brick wall. No, not a wall, I realized as I looked up. It was Donn, and this time I recognized him.

On a later note: I do kind of wish he had been a brick wall. Come on, Diagon Alley!

He had grown, I noticed. In a very subtle-totally-not-checking-out manner.

We had lost contact for a while back there, but he had helped me get over the loss of Ash. I still missed her quite a lot, but filling in her place, and telling me to step away from the shadows was what he had taught me.

He was still no better of a conversationalist, but bit by bit, we both were improving.

Life was all about self discovery, wasn't it?

"Hey Mel". I hated nicknames. But I live a sad life.

"Hey Donn!"

"It has been a long time, hasn't it? We should really catch up."

"Ice cream sounds great!"

We linked our arms, and went giggling and skipping into the ice cream parlour situated creepily right next to the school.

No, we weren't stupid giggling gaggling schoolgirls.

And it was a long walk to the nearest ice cream stall. but it became shorter, as we discussed the pros and cons of chocolate. As far as I was concerned, chocolate had no con. But my neighbour had different ideas.

We nearly missed the stall in the midst of our really intense debate. 

The stall was smack right in the middle of the park. THE park. As in, the largest park in our lovable punk city. Though it was pretty (the park- not the ice creams stall), it was a bit spooky. But, it was daylight, and we were saved from the spookiness.

"Here you go."

Donn interrupted my thought process by handing me my ice cream. Well, having my thought process interrupted by brain freeze definitely appeared my list of Top Ten Random Moments.

I eyed my chocolate ice cream. And then I gave Donn a calculating stare. Understanding my unspoken question, he replied, "My treat".

"But- 

"Nope. My treat. No arguments. All you can do is eat."

"How nice of you". Ugh there was something definitely wrong with my tone; it always sounded sarcastic.

"I do owe you a treat, remember? I should make up for disappearing of the face of the Earth." 

"Point. I never did get to ask you, why did you stop replying to my texts?"

At this, he held his hand over his heart, in a mock affronted manner. "Me? I was the One who stopped replying? You were the one giving me nonsensical replies"

I cringed at that. "Perhaps the idea of me being a cat IS a bit ridiculous. But why not?"

"You do realize that you can't be a cat. And although drunk cats are.. entertaining, you aren't one"

"Oh."

And so our conversation went on and on and on. 

Neither realized when the sun had set. It was only when my mother's frantic call came, asking me where I was and if I was safe, that I realized that a long long time had passed.

Saying bye to Donn, and making him promise to contact me (even if I'm annoying) was the last I saw of him that day.

My last thoughts of the day, before heading off to bed were happy ones. it was only in the morning that I realized that we had to go to visit our aunts and uncles and grandparents, who lived only a two-hour-flight away. Yes, it was at the other end of the country.

An old wives' tale says that if we're very near our death, we will stop dreaming and wake up. Why did this nightmare not?

Screaming; praying; sounds of shattering and breaking glass; violent jerks.

My long list of achievements now included being a lone survivor of an airplane crash. I lost a major part of my support system that day; they were there for me throughout my meagre fifteen years.

What would I do without them?

aaaaaaaand this chapter is done. Don't kill me. I'm not the nicest person am I?

Please.. do whatever!