Pola Mystic

Two

"Pola!" Neal shouted my name and I grunted even though it sounded more like 'Powa'. That kid was so noisy, but it's alright because he's cute. "Please help me." He cried a little and made my heart churned in awe. I immediately stopped playing my 'pet your animal' game on my nintendo and raced downstairs.

"Yes, Neal?" I frowned. Then I saw him on the floor, laying down like dead.

"I'm bored." He said. "Where are my parents I miss them."

My inside fire flickered on and I felt sparks of envy in me. "You shouldn't miss them Neal! I'm the one who's taking care of you, and it's been like what, 10 hours? How can you miss them?" He continued to cry and I sighed. I couldn't see him crying like this, it hurt me. Tears started to spill down m eyes too, I wish I could end his sadness, but I just didn't know how. "It will be okay, Neal." He wouldn't need them soon as he learned to accept his fate. I knew his parents didn't care about him.

I mean, why did they even let me bring him home?

I shook my head in disbelief, what kind of parent are they?

"Pola, I wish I can meet them." He sobbed, hugging me. He sniffed and groaned. "Pola, you smell like sweat."

I shrugged, letting my hands up in the air and sniffed my armpit. I smiled in joy. "Yes, I do smell. My mother told me that if someone smells, it means they're hardworking and diligent." I smiled at the memory.

I bet my mother's proud of me.

He huffed. "You should take a bath, Pola. My mum always tells me to take a bath whenever I smell or not."

I crossed my arms around me, and let my anger subsided my mind. "That is not true! Your mum is so selfish do you know that?" I frowned. "Neal, listen to me. This is important." I told him.

Neal plopped himself down on the carpeted floor with a frown on his face. "Okayyyyy." He whined.

I heaved a breath, trying to calm myself. "Children in Australia needs water. I mean the place has no water, they need water, so we have to save up for them. Showering once a day is a waste of water, I mean why do you—" My throat was burning, I was going to cry. "Why do you waste water and not saving it for people in Australia?" I cried hard. This was too emotional for me. I didn't want to watch them die, we needed to save water. "Don't be selfish like you mother." I spat out.

Neal stayed silent, looking at me with his blue wide eyes.

Aw blue like the water. Neal the animal must have liked the colour blue because water.

He then nodded, confusion clear on his face.

That action made me laugh and a grin broke out. He made me very happy, I was glad he understood about this 'Australia needs water' problem. "Then when can I take a bath? It's itchy." He whined, pouting his reddish lips.

I hummed, putting a finger on top of my head— my mother told me it would help— and started to think, he had the point. "Once a week, but only with minimal water." I grinned, pinching his adorable cheek.

"Okay!" He grinned, revealing a missing front tooth. "Can I take a bath now?"

I nodded, "Yes! Of-course! I'll prepare a bathtub with bubble soaps!" Then I was off to it. "You can refill."

After filling the tub with full of water and bubble soaps, and helping Neal got into the bath, I sat on the carpeted floor since we have no couch because it was a waste of place and checked my phone.

I opened my Instagram a.k.a p0l4.myztix. I had 10 followers, they were all nice to follow me, I think they might have a crush on me. There's this account called free.iphone.-giveaway and cheapest-.—.watch-.online, etc. I was glad when they commented on one of my foot pic, like 'We sell the cheapest watch! Go buy!' and 'Get a free iPhone for free.' It was nice to know they're fans of mine.

I took a picture of me, put on some Instagram filters and posted it, I clicked twice, because from where I read, clicking it twice would help you to get more likers or something like that.

After thirty minutes or so, Neal called my cute name for help to get out of the bath and I helped him.

An hour later, I checked my Instagram and I squealed when I saw a red heart sign on my photo. Someone liked my picture. I opened the notification bar and there was a notification! It said, 'p0l4.myztix just liked your photo.' I grinned and shouted in gratefulness. I think that person's in love with me because they always liked my picture.

The double click for getting more likes really helped!

"OH MY GOD THANKYOU JESUS!" But then, a confused expression was plastered on my face.

Why does that creature has the same username as mine?

I opened that instagram account, and they even had the same pictures of mine!

Creep! Annoying! Pink!

Pink's annoying okay.

In anger, I opened my browser and typed, 'How to delete someone's account.' A blue text 'Do you mean How to delete my Instagram account?' But I ignored it. People these days, putting ads everywhere. I huffed and then followed the steps.

Login your Instagram from your browser.

Open settings.

Click delete account.

Then a text popped up. "Are you sure to delete this account?—" HELL YEAH! THAT PERSON HAS NO RIGHT TO COPY MY USERNAME! "Insert password to delete permanently, your action cannot be undone." I typed my password and then it said that it's deleted.

I smiled in happiness.

"Pola.. I need some clothes." Neal told me.

I thought for a moment. "Clothes..... What's that?"

He giggled, and pointed my t-shirt. "That."

"Huh?" Kids were very confusing.

Am I right?

"That!" He tugged on my t-shirt again.

"Um, what's with my t-shirt." I retorted, getting annoyed.

"That's a clothes." He told me.

Huh? But it's a T-SHIRT not a CLOTHES! Stupid Neal!

But as I said, I would teach him. He would be smart someday.

I decided to ignore the argument and gave him a t-shirt of mine. After that, I opened my Instagram but it immediately closed down.

Ugh!

This is my karma for deleting that copycat's account. I thought.

I tried reopening it and it told me to enter my password and username. I typed it and clicked sign in but it wouldn't work.

JESUS HELP ME. I shouted in my mind.

I guess I had to go to the Instagram office tomorrow.