The Kiss of Life

Chapter 3 ~ Daciana Lazarovici

Chapter 3 ~ Daciana Lazarovici

“Come on baby, don’t do this to me!” I groaned.  I was beginning to grow highly irritated.  We hit the search button and waited for the page to load, but then my computer froze!

       “Well isn’t this just great,” Zac commented sarcastically.

       “Your sarcasm is unnecessary,” I shot back.  Of course this would happen to me.  After six months of searching for others like me, or even a hint, I finally find one and my computer won’t let me see it!  Granted, the engraving can just be random, or maybe the journal maker’s name, but I had to try nevertheless. 

       “I’m just going to restart my computer and try again,” I pushed the power button with more force than necessary.  I guess I shouldn’t take my frustration out on my computer.

       “What do you think it means?” he questioned leaning back in his chair with ease.  He kicked his feet up, resting them on the bench seat attached to my bay window.

       “I have no idea; do you think it’s Latin?”

       “I couldn’t say…” he mumbled while rubbing his finger over the words.  He sat up quickly, slamming his feet on the ground, causing me to jump in my chair.  “Phantom is a synonym for ghost right?” he questioned excitedly.

       “Yeah…..why?” I asked hesitantly.

       “Fantoma, phantom, they sound alike don’t they?”

       “Yeah, but that doesn’t really mean anything.”

      “What are you talking about?  It obviously means the same thing!”

       “Embarrassed and embarazada looks extremely similar.  However, embarazada means pregnant!”

       “Should I be worried you’re arguing with yourself?”

       I jolted violently, so violently my chair tipped back bringing me down with it.  I reached my hands out grasping the air.  An audible oomph escaped my lips. 

       “Aiden, what have I told you about entering my room?” I grumbled standing up while messaging the kink in my neck.

       “I need to knock first and wait for you to call me in.  I’ve been hearing this since I was six, you don’t have to keep repeating yourself.”

       “Obviously I do if I want you to listen!  In eleven years, you have yet to listen.” I smiled softly while rubbing his hair, which was quite the attempt.  Standing at 6’3, Aiden towered over my 5’5 frame.

       “No touching the hair!” he exclaimed while swatting my hand away.  Immediately he began fixing his hair, pouting like the child he is.  “Mom called us down for dinner a minute ago; I figured you didn’t hear her.”

       “Oh!  Tell mom I’ll be right down?”

       Grunting, he walked out of my room.  I followed after him, ensuring he’s out of ear’s reach.  Satisfied, I turned around and picked my chair up.

       “I wish I could eat,” Zac said wishfully with a forlorn look upon his face.

       Not knowing what to say, I smiled sadly.  “I’ll be back in 30 to 45 minutes tops!”

       “It’s not like I don’t have all the time in the world.”

       Ignoring him, I jogged out the door.  The smell of mom’s manicotti wafted up here, driving my stomach into a frenzy.  Better feed this monster before it comes out to eat me, I thought chuckling to myself.