It’s funny how in life we have all these choices but no real choice in how they work out. Sure you can choose to pick the girl with the broken smile but you can’t actually choose whether it’ll work out okay. You can try your best and be kind and loving and respectful. But you can’t influence their decisions or your chemistry. Life is a game of fate. And luck.
I’ve always had pretty good luck. Starting from my conception something which should have been impossible. Leading to my winding up in the popular clique at school despite being a lover of books and a dislike of parties. But now luck is not on my side. Obviously since I’m dying and all.
I shake myself free of my negative thoughts and try and focus on what I have right now.
The beach house is actually really nice and I can tell it’s expensive. I’m worried I’m going to break something and it’ll cost us a fortune.
“Look at the kitchen Arthur isn’t it amazing? Marble bench tops. Haven’t I always told you marble bench tops look amazing in kitchens?” Mom says.
“Yes dear they’re very nice. But take a look at the widescreen.” I go over to where Dad is standing and I must say the widescreen is amazing.
“Does is get cable?” I ask.
“Yes, but you are not spending this whole holiday watching Game of Thrones.” Moms says sternly.
I laugh and say, “So are you going to show me where I shall be sleeping?”
“Oh yes come with me Riles,” Mom takes one of the suitcases and I take my two and follow her down the hall while Dad is still standing admiring the TV.
“Okay so in here is your Dad’s and my room,” She says opening a door and putting her suitcase in there and then closing it. “And this one right down the hall is yours. Now there’s a bathroom for you as well and there should be a TV and a fridge in there.”
“In the bathroom?” I say a little stunned.
“No in your room,” Mom says rolling her eyes.
“Oh,” I laugh.
Mom opens the door and I walk in. It’s amazing. The walls are painted blue and its pretty plain except a double bed and dresser, closet and desk. A TV is mounted on the wall and it’s not a widescreen but it’s pretty good. Like Mom promised a mini fridge is placed beside the desk. It’s a teenager’s heaven. But my favourite part isn’t the TV or the fridge it’s the patio. On the far side of the room two doors open onto a patio that if I look to my right I can see the beach. I would not mind spending my last days out here.
“It’s lovely isn’t it?” Mom says smiling sadly.
“It’s fantastic. Thanks Mom, for doing this. I really couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
Mom walks over to me and brushes a hand over my hair. “You could ask for so much more sweetheart and it wouldn’t be enough.”
I feel like squirming or telling her to stop it. To not say things like that. But I can’t. She’s hurting and this whole cancer thing is a lot harder for her than me.
“I love you.” I say.
“I love you too baby,” Her eyes are shining and I can tell she’s about to burst into tears and then I really don’t know what I’m going to do so I walk out onto the patio and I hear her leave.
Emotional outburst aren’t my think okay. Please don’t judge me.
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I’ve always wanted to go on a beach holiday. When I was a kid I was extremely jealous of my friends that went to the beach for summer break or characters in books who grew up by the beach. Sure I’ve been but we’ve never had an actual beach holiday. And now I have.
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Novela Juvenil"It was an infatuation with an unattainable girl. You were in love with the idea of her. Not her."-Riley Lawrence, expert in love and how to survive high school. Riley Lawrence is a survivor. His friend Nora (and the love of his short life) is a fi...
