Life of Anthony Daniels

Chapter 3 : Shape-Shifting

It has been a tedium of school for the past 2 weeks, always waking up early in the morning just to go to school. Well, atleast I have something to look forward to when I come to school everyday.

I eventually got to know that her name was Ariana. I only got to know her name just because she did not handed in her Biology homework on time and was tasked to do something infront of the class.

We have been making frequent eye contacts like everywhere in and out of school; in the canteen, on the way to school, during every lesson, on the way to the toilet, on the way home and even in the library. I had never felt so "high" before.

I bet she knew that I liked her and same goes for me but neither one of us would want to start the ball rolling merely because we were shy. I could see her coyness everytime she looks at me. She would blush and flick her hair, turning her head away everytime I catch her staring at me. It was kinda cute of her to act like that.

Our "relationship" was not that bad for a start and I personally think that it was nice because we both know that we liked each other but we were too shy, although it has been 2 weeks of school.

Damn. If only I could get to know her better, things wouldnt be the same like now. And yeah, I dont know whether she knew this or not, but everytime after she looks at me, I would be shouting to myself quietly, knowing that she took the time to look at me.

I called it "fangirling". Fangirling is when you start to act like a girl, shouting and going crazy, because of an obsession of something or something you adored and respected most, did something to you, maybe like smiling at you, talks to you, replies you at Twitter or maybe something more amazing.

It felt amazing to know this. I bet if you were in my shoe, you could not stand to not let her know that the fact you liked her a lot. I... I... I just dont know how to put it in words. She was just fucking amazing.

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It was Sunday morning. The sunrise in the morning emitted rays of bright light through my bedroom window, enough to light up the whole entire world. The heat that radiated from the sun could swallow a cold and frosty night, caused me to wake up in a pool of sweat.

My finger has actually recovered totally, enabling to curl my finger like before even with the stitches on. I woke up from the right side of my bed, feeling quite happy. Now, I could finally do things on my own.

I took a rapid shower, clad myself with fresh new clothes, and watched some cartoons for awhile. I saw my tired-looking dad, walking down the staircase.

"Dad, could you help me take out stitches? It has been 2 weeks and I guess it has already recovered." I watched him as he took quite a long time to reply me.

"Okaaaaaaay", nonchalantly dragged his reply like how he was sashaying towards the toilet.

I partially closed my eye, staring at him acting like that. 30 minutes have gone and the programmes were as boring as fuck. I switched off the television and started to listen a song called, "Sleep Well, Darling" by SECRETS.

"I'd approve of this change if the had'nt meant you changed how you felt about me." That lyrics were stucked in my head and I kept on repeating it over and over again.

Well, the first few sentences of the song strucked me at heart though; "Who said love should be this hard? Who said heart should break apart?"

I went into an escapism.

The sound of the bathroom door creeked as my father walked out feeling fresher than before. I woke up immediately and looked at him as he went up to change. It was quite a dull and boring morning and I have absolutely nothing to do at all.

"Go and take a tub and fill it with warm water!", shouted my dad from the second floor.

What on earth would anyone need a tub of water and filled it with water? I rolled my eyes and acceded to his request. My father's annoying attitude could really piss me off.

I sat on the dining table, resting my head on both of the palms of my hands, waiting for him. He suddenly came rushing down and assisted me.

He immersed my hand inside the warm water and waited for several minutes. I looked  closely at what he did to open up my stitches. Carefully using the scissors to open up my tight-knitted stitches, he accidentally snipped off a small portion of my skin.

"Ouch! That hurts. You could have used the painkiller that the doctor gave me during the checkup!"

He blindly continued snipping off the threads one by one, opening up my wound a little.

"Ssshhh! Just keep quiet. Its not as if its gonna kill you or something", my father retaliated while continued trying to snip the threads off without cutting my skin.

I was like, "what the fuck?"

"Anthonel...", my father said my name softly. Anthonel was what my parents used to call me when I was younger, till now. I have no idea why they called me that, maybe because it was the combination of my name, I believed.

"Yes?", wondering why he became so soft. I never seen him so quiet before.

"We have to shift to a new house by next week. I hope you dont mind. And sorry if it was too sudden."

Then, I frozed. I literally frozed.

"Wait. You are'nt lying... right?", asking him in disbelief.

"Im not lying. We had to shift. I did not want to at first, but we have to", my father said that, clenching his mouth afterwards.

Everything was quiet at that moment of time. I could hear birds chirping outside of my house. Everything felt so surreal and tensed.

My father took out the stitches from my finger and funny thing was, I felt no pain at all. I was "mesmorised" by the news and could not believe what would happen to me when I live there.

Its like Im thinking about the future of myself. My thoughts travelled as fast as the lightning, that I could not compose myself.

My father then continued, "When I mean by shifting, I mean like we are going to shift EVERYTHING there".

From there, I knew that my life would change from then on. I knew that I would have a different kind of lifestyle. And I also knew that I would be seeing new faces. New faces mean new people. New people mean new friends.

Honestly, I did not care where we are going to shift to but instead, there was something bugging me. Something rather deep and oblivious. All the untypical thoughts came rushing in my mind.

Then I think back...

We are shifting to a new house?That means we are going to a new town? That means I cant play or hang around with my usual friends anymore? That means I wont be waking up like how I usually wake up? That means everything that I used to do here will change when I live there? That means...

Wait...

Oh shit...

Ariana...

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Sorry if the last part was too dramatic and long because I got carried away. This has yet to be editted too. But I hope this story interests you now. I will publish the next chapter next two weeks. Please vote as it will mean the world to me!