“Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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-Chapter Eight-
I've never presumed that I would be walking into what seems like fire that never burns: alive, but welcoming. Children from the age 9-18 run, jump, sit, stumble, leap, and crawl everywhere around me, and it was completely reinvigorating to my pressured mind. Zayn began giggling right away, and when I questioned why he shook his head and mumbled "Astonishing."
I couldn't ever concur stronger. I smiled a genuine smile to the oblivious children before me. Yeah, the massive room echoed with laughs and hoots, but that's better than depressed children by a long run. I breathe in a deep breathe and straightened the white shirt with a blue umbrella impressed on it. All of the volunteers is required to wear it, so Zayn got one as well. There were some other volunteers and a few workers but they left a little over twenty minutes ago.
Zayn's delicate brown eyes scans the crowd and instantly landed on a girl with iced blue eyes and caramel hair. He smiled, twirling his thumbs around and went up to the young teenager with comfortableness. I watched him as he whispers something short into her ear, and her head shot up, her eyes concentrated on me before they lit up like a match. She stood up, but Zayn refused to let her continue farther by whispering something else. Her eyes dimmed with tears as she came sprinting towards me, saying a few 'sorry''s to her fellow peers that she pushed aside.
I wasn't uncomfortable as she basically leaped into my arms, tears seeping through my white shirt as she whimpers silently. I stroke her long hair, while making hushed noises, and after a few minutes she wiped the tears off of her eyes and smiled up at me. Zayn winked and turned to play with a ten year old with long bleach-blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She wasn't at all intimidated, so my guess is Zayn came here a few times in the last year.
My eyes focus back on the girl with the iced blue eyes in front of me. Her hands twitched, but barley enough to identify, and the rest of her was completely calm.
"hi," I said loud enough for only her to hear. "How old are you?''
She smiled back, straightened her posture, and looked me straight in the eye," Miss Avery, I am thirteen years of age."
I laugh at her mocking way of how proper people introduce themselves, and she breaks her faultless posture to throw back laughing. "well, that is the age you mature, madam. Maybe you can have tea with the Queen's granddaughter this weekend," I say in a proper British accent and pucker my lips. "Say around three o'clock Saturday evening?"
She widens her eyes and stars laughing even harder,"Only the Queen?" She crosses her arms across her chest and turns her head away,"Unacceptable. You're fired."
"Ma'am?" I whisper, acting like I was entirely frightened of her words,"Was I ever hired?"
She breaks from her character and giggles, covering her mouth with her bony hand, her eyes squinted over halfway shut. I laugh, too, bending over and holding my stomach that now burns. I stop laughing and listened to her talk about everything that she loves to do, everything she adores. I even listened to everything she despised, and her feelings about the guys on YouTube until it was time for all the girls to depart and go to bed and I was absolutely forced away from her.
And as I was giving my shirt back to the lady that we received them from, I knew that that little girl was my new role model.
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I woke up the next day sprawled on Zayn's couch. He said I fell asleep in the car, and he didn't want to wake me, but he should have known that I wouldn't mind. He made us pancakes, and even put sausages in them. Earlier, we agreed to go to the doctor and check to see if my brain is funtioning okay, and if it's fine enough for me to start working at a job on my own.
As we walk into the office, I immediately wanted to leave. The fresh sent of Kleenex wipes and febreeze was enough to make me throw up, and the rehearsed kindness made me want to lecture them about how stupid they sound. You simply can't like everyone, and when someone does, it sickens me.
Zayn lets me take a seat as he signs me in. All I heard was the perky voice of the nurse and I grimace. When Zayn comes back and sits next to me, I lay my head on my shoulder and start to think of things that might interest me.
Cutting hair would be an absolute no. I figured out that I'm way too clumsy to handle any type of sharp object, even a sharpened pencil.
Writing would be fun, but I don't want to feel like I am forced to write, that sucks the fun out of it.
Working as a waiter or at a grocery store wouldn't earn me enough money to pay for my apartment, so I can't concider that unless I get fired at every other job.
I laugh as I remember talking to that girl at White Umbrella, mocking the proper English.
She widens her eyes and stars laughing even harder,"Only the Queen?" She crosses her arms across her chest and turns her head away,"Unacceptable. You're fired."
"Ma'am?" I whisper, acting like I was entirely frightened of her words,"Was I ever hired?"
It was like a slap in the face, completely and utterly obvious. right when the doctor called me back, I stare at Zayn and blindly inform him "White Umbrella."
Somehow he got it, because he smiled and shook his head, " I thought you would say that. Actually, I was hoping you would. I already got you a spot, and I think it would be perfect for you and Egypt."
I smile a smile that radiates,"Thank you so much, Zayn. And what do you mean about Egypt? who is that?
He smirked at me and I automatically knew, as the doctor did Xrays, that that thirteen year old girl with the iced blue eyes and long, caramel hair was Egypt.
And I will fight for her.
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