Wonder

One

-Gareth-

I always thought why we all look down at our phones. Is there something interesting there? I mean, more interesting than your family and friends?

No.

I always notice that white, bright light that shines upon peoples' faces. I notice it everywhere. Even at home. We all used to be a talkative family. But we suddenly drifted apart, by the world of the technology.

Phones.

Well, I have a phone too, but I never use it for anything like games or such. My mom does. My dad does. Even my brother does, too. I use it for calls or text. Nothing more.

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"Hey, I'm leaving."This was the last time. The last time I will see this family of mine. This family connected me by blood, by genes, by everything.

I heard nothing but silence, seeing both parents sitting on the couch, looking down at their phones. They don't even know what I have in my hands. Bags. They don't even notice that my closet, my bathroom, my dresser, and my cabinets are empty.

I'm moving out, I wanted to say, but I knew they wouldn't try to stop me either. All I ever wanted, all I could want more than having a car, like most teens, but I want their eyes to look right into my eyes. And show emotion. That's all.

But it wasn't there.

"Be careful, sweetie."Was all my mom said, in a worried tone.

Like you're ever worried, I thought.

But even though I know they won't notice it, probably never will, but I left a folded paper that read my last message to them. I already had most of my things in one of my friend's car.

I walked away from the door, leaving it open. I sat on my friend's passenger seat, shutting the car door. She turned the car engine on, and drove away.

-

I brushed my short, jet black hair with my fingers, pushing it back. I never knew it could feel so bad to just move out like that. It's like a little kid trying to understand why their parents tell them to put a toy back. It's that frustrating.

I look out the window, seeing the neighborhood where I lived. I see a neighbor's german shepherd, running in circles, on the front yard. It seemed so happy, just to go in the same cycle over, and over, and over again.

But I wasn't.

The tap on my shoulder brought me back to the situation I'm in, turning around to face my friend. Her name was Ivy, short for Ivory. She had short, purple-dyed hair, brushed to her left side, slightly covering her honey-colored eye. She had dark-toned skin, it looked soft and smooth. She had round face, like the tip of her arched nose. On her right nostril, she had a silver nose ring.

She might look rebellious, but she is a daughter of god. She goes to the usual Sunday church, she goes to the church masses, she prays too. I remember going into her room once. It looked like your usual room, but just add a handmade cross hanging above her neat, flower-patterned bed, with a little Virgin Mary statue standing untouched on her crooked shelf, located on the left of her bed.

"You okay?"She asked, examining me, though she knows there's something wrong."You thinking about L-u-c-a?"

I was confused."You mean Luca?"

A tired, yet excited voice emerged from behind us."Did someone say- Luuuuuuuuuuuca~?"

I turned myself around, to see someone else who's my friend.