ALPHABET (a Fanfiction) ✔

Chapter 4

The next day was cold, but Farra sat up on her bed soaked in her perspiration. She wiped away her hair that plastered on her face and calmed her thudding chest. When everything turned back to normal, she turned to her nightstand.

The clock showed 12 o'clock in the afternoon. She had slept in, and she never did that. Not wanting to waste time any longer, she grabbed her towel and jumped into the bathroom attached to her room.

She walked out of the room thirty minutes later, dressed in a red tee and black sweatpants, her long still-wet dark brunette hair was pushed to one side of her shoulder. The kitchen was noisy when she came in. It was bright, because the windows were wide open, and the back door too. Farra could see people running at the outside, ice gorillas chasing after them, and suddenly it were crushed by a tall big tree with a lot of moving branches. Arrow sands were flying to the tree and a loud groan was heard when it came in contact with the tree. Farra nodded in approval. The new members were taking their practice seriously.

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone who was mumbling profanities over the stove. Aieyn who was wearing Sheronica's pink floral-patterned apron, was hunched over the stove, stirring something in a pan.

"Wow," she said out loud and Aieyn jumped a little.

"Oh my god, Farra, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" The girl shouted, face red.

Farra chuckled. "You are cooking." Aieyn replied with a huff.

"And you're about to burn the whole place down. What's wrong?"

Aieyn glanced at her. "I've been trying to make lunch, but it doesn't look right.." She said exasperatedly and Farra laughed even louder.

"Let me see.." Farra walked to her and peeked into the frying chicken. Aieyn was trying to make fried chickens, and it didn't  look right, but still eligible nonetheless.

"It's fine. Go get me a spatula." Farra said taking over, and Aieyn looked at her like she was crazy. "That thing you're holding on now is for soup, Aieyn, you can't flip the chicken with that. Hurry up, it's burning."

Aieyn's mouth formed an 'o' when she hurried to the cabinets in a mission of finding a spatula. When she finally found it, she ran to Farra.

"It's so hard, how can she stay here and work? I can't even cook a chicken." She groaned, watching Farra taking out her burning chicken and placed it into the plate filled with brownish fried chicken. Farra then added another raw chicken into the pan, the last one, without flinching at the hot oil.

Farra smiled. "She lived her whole life tending for us, Aieyn. It's like how you're used to burn people up."

Aieyn rolled her eyes and leaned on the counter. She eyed her friend who obviously had just woken up. The girl was taking over to cook the lunch and she was not even complaining. Farra flipped the cooking chicken effortlessly.

"What happened to you, you woke up late. You never slept in." She voiced out her mind. It's true, if there was anyone who really cannot stand wasting time, it would be Farra.

Farra clicked her tongue. "I had a weird dream."

"How is it weird?"

"Well," Farra trailed off, and putting aside a cooked chicken to a plate where the other burned chicken was. The color was obvious, the one Farra fried was in crispy golden color, while Aieyn's were in darker shades. She turned the stove off.

"I think I had a premonition about Sheron, or what's happening to her."

Aieyn's eyes went wide. "What?"