It was a cold, snowy Winter day and it was also my first day of not having to take any medication. I wore the warmest outfit I could find and left my bedroom, closing the door behind me. My mum handed me a glass of water before giving me breakfast, like usual. She said it's healthy for me but I personally think that it's for a different reason that she isn't telling me. I noticed this because the water always looked more powdery than normal water but I drink it anyways. After a hot breakfast, my mum asked me to buy the groceries from the stores nearby. She handed me 20 dollars and a bag.
"The shopping list is inside, you'll find it when you look inside the bag, okay? Now get going before it gets even colder outside,"my mother smiled and gently pushed me towards the door, so I walked out of the house and into the snow.
As I walked past a few houses, I saw a boy riding on a bike alone in front of me. I noticed that it was the boy that was looking at me yesterday. I sprinted a little, so I could catch up to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey," I greeted, I didn't know what else to say.
"Hey," He replied, looking a bit amazed as he stopped the bike.
"Um... so, where are you heading to?" I asked awkwardly.
"Just the grocery store, you?" He questioned back.
"I'm going there too," I answered and stared at the ground awkwardly.
"Gonna go together?" he offered and he patted on the seat behind him, he had a two seated bicycle.
I nodded and I hopped on to the back seat of the bike.
"Hold on tight!" he yelled as he pedalled with all his might.
I nearly fell off at first because I didn't know where to hold on to. So I had no choice but to hold onto him. It was short and quiet ride as both of us didn't talk during the ride. It only took us 10 minutes to reach there because he was going too fast. But to me, it took forever, because it was so awkward, with me holding onto him with all my strength and him pedalling with all his might.
"Arrived," he said shortly.
"Thank you," I hopped off and fixed my clothes up.
"That would be 20 dollars thank you," he said.
"Wait, what?" I questioned, unbelieving what I've just heard.
"I never said I'll take you for free," he said, holding his hand out for money.
I begin rummaging my pocket for money but all I had was 20 dollars and that would mean that I wouldn't be able to buy anything.
"I was only joking," he laughed as he placed his hand onto mines to tell me to stop searching and he walked away with his bicycle by his side.
Before he walked too far, he turned around and yelled "By the way, my name is Jackson, tell me your's later!" he then continued to walk off and I watched as he slowly disappeared into the crowd.
'Jackson... What a strange kid' I thought to myself.
When I was buying the last thing on my shopping list, I saw Jackson again but I chose not to talk to him to avoid the awkwardness. I reach to get an apple (which was the last thing on the list) when Jackson went to get the same one. His hand was on top of mines and then he looked up to see that it was me again. He smiled to me but his hand was still on top of mines. I felt the warmth of his soft hands, with each of his fingers lightly touching mine's. But I quickly pulled my hand away before he commented.
"S-sorry," I apologised and I stared at the other apples available because everything was just so awkward.
"You have cold hands," he replied naturally, like nothing happened, he then reached for the apple that we both held onto and handed it to me. "It's a nice apple, go take it home," he laughed as he helped me pay for it and walked his bicycle away. "See you tomorrow at school!" he yelled back again.
Speechless, I scurried off holding my bag and the apple in my hands. I was too embarrassed to say anything and I totally forgot to tell him my name. Once I reach home, I walk into my back yard and pulled out the diary that I've been hiding for years inside a patch of soil covered with a huge pile of rocks. Although it was snowing, the patch of soil remained soft and was in a good condition as it was protected with the pile of rocks. No one knows what is in the pile of soil and no one knows what I've written inside. When I was young, I told my mother that it was for people to remember me when I go, but since I'm off my medication, I don't have to worry about it anymore. But I chose to keep it in there because I think it belongs there.
Underneath the soil lies a small wooden box that my father had made for me. His occupation includes travelling around the world, so I rarely see him. Before he went, he told me that he would be going to Dubai and that he would buy me a lot of presents when he comes back.
I open the wooden box and inside was my diary and everything that is important to me, including some baby teeth and bracelet that my friend made for me, a souvenir from Japan, a pen that I use to write in my diary and the lock of the diary. I also kept other small important things but there were too many too list. I pulled out the diary and wrote a recount about what happened today. My diary only had a few diary entries because I didn't really get to do many interesting activities during my 15 years of life. I've been writing in this diary since I just learnt how to write, although it seems like a long time, I never really wrote. This was because most of the time, I was stuck in hospital. After I finished writing, I locked up the diary and placed it back inside the box and buried it again. I placed the rocks neatly on top of the soil and went back into my bedroom to lie on my bed.
'Jackson...' I thought to myself again. 'Why am I thinking about you again?'
A flashback of what happened today popped up in my mind again. I remember his touch, his delicate hands on top of mines. I remember how tightly I held onto him during the bike ride. I remember how he touched my hand to tell me to stop searching for the money. I remember every one of his laugh and how he always laughs at me. I've only met him for one day and he doesn't know my name. Our relationship feels so close yet so far.
'Why am I thinking about this? Is this love? But... I've never really fallen in love before. Is this what happens when you recover from your long term sickness? Does this happen to ordinary girls?'
I had ten thousand questions in my mind but no one to ask them to and no one answer them. I had to stop, so I closed my eyes and slept.
End of Chapter 2
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