PSEUDO (SHORT STORY)

PSEUDO VIII

PSEUDO VIII

After my class, I saw Hunter waiting for me outside our gate.

"Good afternoon, Dimitrie." He greeted.

I smiled to show enthusiasm, even just a fake one. "Good afternoon, Hunter. What are you doing here?"

"You left this notebook in the bathroom, remember?"

My eyes dilated, and I quickly grabbed the book in his hand. "Did you read this?"

"I want, you know... out of curiosity but I didn't because maybe it is really something important to you so I shouldn't invade your privacy."

I let out a sigh after I heard those words.

"If you don't mind. What are have been written in that small book?"

I put the book inside my bag and then answered him. "Something made me relief every time I read it."

"Really? Like.. What?"

"Everything that is written here is like my bucket list. Everything that I wanted to happen before I die."

He looked interested after I told him that. "You mean. When things inside there happen, you'll be happy? Like in the bucket list?"

"Precisely. Will be happy." Thinking that Cassidy and Arthur will die? Come on, that is awesome!

Our conversation didn't take long because he said her sister told him that he must help fix their things, so I decided to clean my room because I had nothing to do but clean. It took me half an hour to finish cleaning. I pick up the plastic bag containing papers and excess documents.

I put the plastic bag beside our gate when I heard something familiar.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are..."

"Lunatic girl!" I called out of anxiety; it felt weird to me every time she sang that song. How come? It's just a kid song.

Again she's wearing a white dress, "what are you doing here?"

"Why! Why did you that?"

"Doing what?" I asked while pulling my arms from her hands. She's pulling me so tight.

"Let me go!"

"You wrote at the book! Why did you follow me?" She said, crying. Oh, man! She's definitely a lunatic. "You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't. You'll regret it. You'll regret it." She said repeatedly.

"I don't understand you---" without a word, she let go of me and ran as if someone was chasing her again. That crazy girl! She's getting on my nerves. Ugh.

Next time, I will ask her name to include her among the people I want to be gone.

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