Left Unexplained

Chapter 39~

"Okay, I'm seriously confused," Hanna plopped onto my bed next to my stretched out legs.

I put down my magazine, Hanna scrunching her nose with disgust at the bikini wearing model on the front cover.

'What? It's got the best tips on how to get a tan,' I justified the booklet.

"Confused as to where you'll be sleeping? That'd be in the sleeping bag next to my bed, the way it's been since you moved in," I pointed to the plump green roll on the floor.

She rolled her eyes. It was obvious I knew what she really meant, I just didn't want to come out clean yet.

"Confused as to what you're getting at," she corrected. "I feel like you're trying to get a point across. Did I miss something? Or are you just on your period?"

"Eh? What do you mean?" I feigned obliviousness.

"Before dinner, during the T.V. show, after you finished your shower...should I continue? Have you noticed a theme in all these?"

'It wasn't for you to notice,' I grumbled to my imaginary Hanna rather than the real one.

But it was true.

"I'm taking out the trash!" mom announced, dragging a huge sack of garbage behind her.

I peered through the open window in the kitchen, the trash can was right in the view.

Mom dumped the sack inside before having her attention caught by the goods  next to our neighbour's trash.

She walked over to their side and came back with a stool. One leg was loose, but with a little fixing it could be usable.

"Such a waste, they're throwing out a perfectly good stool," mom frowned as she examined it.

I shrugged. "It is obviously unwanted."

~oOo~

"This is just too sad," Hanna wiped a tear as Gloria from the T.V. show Glorious, forgot the necklace her boyfriend gave her at the party.

"Her boyfriend would never forgive her!" mom shrieked.

"Well," I examined my nails. "She probably did it on purpose. Maybe it was unwanted."

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I stepped out of the bathroom in a robe with a rubber Duckie in my hand. It was old and worn out; I remembered sharing many baths and philosophical conversations with the said toy when I was about six.

A girl needed to get out the latest news to someone, and this little girl found comfort in sharing it with a toy which was probably made out of recycled car tyres during her lavender bubble baths.

I sighed. "I'm sorry for having to do this to you," I squeezed it's little fin.

"Mom!" I yelled as I entered the study, waving the full yellow object around. Hanna gave me a weird look. "This Duckie is now unwanted!"

I groaned mentally as I collected the little incidences. Even I wasn't aware of how childish I could be sometimes.

"You've repeated the same word more times than a kid trying to memorise his spelling list," Hanna stated as a matter of fact.

"I know," I groaned and threw my head back into a pillow. "Unoriginal but that's all I could think of."

Hanna steadied a hand under her head as she plopped it up to look at me.

"What's wrong, Grace?"