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(Chase)
It would be easier to hate her if she happened to be the typical bitch cheerleader that every story seemed to have. But then again, my life wasn't a movie so why do I keep on kidding myself? In addition, because my life was no movie, Janice had to be simple and friendly. Her hair was dyed blonde, and her roots needed doing. She wore a little makeup, but she had an interesting face. Ultimately, she wore a Sunday dress.
Reading has become a hobby of mine whenever I'm bored or frustrated or stressed because of work aside from eating blueberry cheesecake, of course. It fascinates me. It's fascinating how words can be so simple and deep at the same time. It's amazing how words can affect a person and how emotions can swim from the book to the reader. It's wonderful how words can be the only thing that can remind you of the feelings you wanted to ignore. Words are powerful. It can either comfort or kill someone. In some cases, it can do both.
Carmela Barrios became a world class writer but despite all the fame and money surrounding her, she maintained her humble life. Aside from the best photographers I have met and I idolize, she became one of my inspirations through the words she types and write in her book. She wrote a lot of novels and now, sitting on the garden with reading glasses on my face and book on my hands, I'm rereading her very first published novel, And So She Fell.
I will tell you a secret. Every time I read a book, I always imagine myself as the lead character. Always. I imagine myself experiencing the best moments the character has and the worst nightmares the character wants to escape. Maybe that is the reason why I always get affected on how the book goes. Maybe that is the reason why I always end up crying or hating the antagonist or even loving a fictional character. Let's all be honest here. Everyone experienced to be in love with a fictional character or still in love, am I right? Because if loving a fictional character means a hundred grand then I would be a millionaire right now.
Everyone must've read a book or books wherein each chapter is very intriguing and to tell you honestly, Carmela's books are one of a hell collection. And reading this chapter reminds me of Hoe. I don't know why on Earth would I think of her now when I managed to put her in the deepest part of my brain for five years. It's not that I hold a grudge on her or something because I don't. I just happened to did what I did to bring me the person I am now. Though Hoe's different compared to Janice, the fictional character, because Janice is obviously very nice and very sweet. She wore light make up and a Sunday dress but Hoe? She didn't. I'm not sure if she still don't. Does if sound weird if I tell you I'm actually wondering of where she is now and what she's doing in life? I just hope whatever she does now makes her happy. I really hope so.
A small thud diverted my attention to a glass of water on top of the table. I looked up to the person who brought that water to see a tall girl with long and straight hair whose dark brown eyes are looking into mine. I was too busy looking at her beautiful face that I didn't manage to return the warm smile she gave. She pulled the chair in front of me, sitting while her beautiful hair dances by the rhythm the wind brought us. My hair is tied up in a loose bun so the little strands of my hair touched my face and I had to tuck them behind my ear. I cant believe a thirteen year old girl can look this beautiful. She is sinfully divine that any girl even my age can envy such beauty she has.
