Maybe...?

CHAPTER 5

I'm walking toward my house and I'm still amused.
I wonder If Aiden told me that just to be nice with me or if there was another reason to tell me that my hair fits me perfectly.

That's what I hate about myself.

I overthink too much.

A little sign of kindness from him makes me feel special.
So I think that maybe he's interested on me.
But then, there are loads of other causes that show my silliness at even think about it as something possible, something real.

That's the thing.

He is nice to everyone.

Specially to the girls.

Not that he flirts with them.

He is himself.

Smiling, laughing at them.

He makes it so hard to figure out If he is in love with someone...
I'm sure all the girls in our class think that he is interested in them.
I'm sure that they can't sleep at night, remembering the funny talks they've had with him.
I'm sure that the nice smile he has can't disappear from their minds.
I'm sure that it would hurt them when they realize that they are exclusively friends.
I'm sure because once, I was one of those girls.

...

I take the keys from my bag and open the door of my house.

It usually smells of something delicious, but today it isn't.

It only smells of loneliness.

Pretty weird.

I go to the kitchen, expecting to see my grandmother cooking, when suddenly I find out that there's no one there.

I lay my bag and coat in the isle and I start to look for her.

"Grannie?" I shout loudly.

Silence.

"Where are you?" I enter the living room, and nothing.

I'm decided to go upstairs, a bit worried.

"Are you here?" I ask.

There's no sign of her.

My heart beating is growing wildly.

She's not here.

I try to think.

Perhaps she's in the supermarket.

Perhaps she didn't have an ingredient for the meal so she went to buy it.

Or perhaps not.

Quickly, I go downstairs, taking my coat and going out to look for her.

I search around the nearer streets, running like there's no tomorrow, and it's partly true because it wouldn't be a tomorrow without my grandma.

I unexpectedly see my neighbour Priscilla hanging around with her dog.

I don't really like her because her dog always barks at night and it doesn't let me sleep well.

But anyways, I'm too desperate.

"Hey Priscilla." I call her, trying to hold my breath.

"Oh. Hey Eleanor." She smiles like always.

"Have you seen my grandmother?"

"She's lost?" She says horrified.

"That's why I ask you If you've seen her, you stupid" I think for myself.

"Well, yes. I can't find her anywhere."

"Oh. Yes. I saw her this morning watering the flowers in your garden."

"Okay then. I'm going to the police station, I can't find her by my own."

"I can help you If you want." She tells me.

"Not, it's okay. I don't want to bother you. Bye¡" I run again.

Now towards the police station, I just hope nothing bad has happened to her, I would die for her indeed. She's my everything.