Those One-Fourth Sheets
/ dedicated to the awesome sensei who were one of the first peeps to introduce me to graphic designing; those terrific one-shots are astounding. Thank you for the cover, I do love it ilysm x /
SHE HESITATES IF EVER SHE SHOULD OPEN IT OR IGNORE THE SHOE BOX. As much as she searched for the ‘world’ that Gregory planned years ago, it was all crushed when she couldn’t find what it was. She thought that he’d give his whole room to her as to see that his ceiling is picturesque global wallpaper, a map of the world and with destination pin-points. One place she had in mind with Gregory when they were small was to go up north were dreams lie with the Northern winds of Greenland and with adventure silently threading down the cold icy land but that all changed when he made no physical contact or whatsoever to go back home to visit them for holidays.
The only part where he did go was her father’s birthday bringing along a mysterious girl who always look out for wherever he is, even if he would go to the rest room.
Out of a sudden, her mother’s footsteps start to build and quickly she hid those within the blank drawers of his closet. “Are you lazing out?”
“Nope.” She stutters.
“Continue working and by the way, keep your mouth clean or I would seriously never let you watch those shows.” Her mother left to continue her kitchen activities leaving her to see the brown shoe box that may contain pictures or his pair of sneakers.
Why would he leave those sneakers? He used to wear them. She thought. In his time, sneakers may be accepted wholly since it is a big step to the future generation’s fashion and he used to hog it to himself.
She decides to finish her chores first before seeing the world itself.
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She returns to her room shaking as if her mother would know what she has done last summer where she had to party all night while doing a strip-tease she was never aware it did happen not unless she would be drunk.
Farleigh tucks her brown hair behind her ear and shuts the door trying to not piss her mother off due to her ‘lack of manners’. Of course she is given reprimands of her door to be removed but maybe it did make a sound of a small thump.
Walking to the corner of her small dirty green-themed room, she opens the night stand lights to take a better look of what is inside the shoe box. Obviously there’s nothing much than random old photos. She said within herself but there is something more than just random old photos or a rectangular shoebox, it is the person who collated all of those spectacular ideas.
The faded Converse symbol turns to a lighter shade of black, her fingertips brush the edges of the rectangular box, it is smooth with a tad of crude texture due to age but there is something she hopes about the content of the shoe box, it is the Sneakers.
So she opens that small shoe box and sees Gregory's sneakers and her eyes sparkle as if those sneakers are her chocolates – a drug she does not want to take it within and all of those who favor that it is not acceptable makes her thing it is temptation.
His sneakers are my temptation, she said within herself and decides to take off her sandals. She grabs the sneakers up to see the shoe size and she smiles slightly to see that it is a perfect size for her shoe.
When they were small, Farleigh would think that Gregory is a big man wearing large-sized sweaters and pants ten times bigger than her average waist and shoes that may be compared to a clown but it could always be that Farleigh’s feet is too big, like a ship anchoring the raging waves.
As soon as Farleigh inserts her socks and she is about to sink her foot to the Converse All-Stars sneakers when she feels a rigid texture and prickling objects that softly kiss her comforted feet, she quickly removes her feet and she spills the content of the sneakers and there the most spectacular thing fell.
It is the countless one-fourth sheets of papers with diary entries inside Gregory’s sneakers and she couldn’t help but love how he has gone creative. She reads the first note she sees.
To my precious Farleigh, these are my memories that you must consider as your friends – the lovely guide for you to meet where I am right now but I am afraid that I might have gone astray along the way so I hope you take your time in reading this. I love you sister and let my world be yours.
Sincerely Yours,
Gregory Jones
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his red sneakers
Teen Fiction❝So she opens that small shoe box and see countless one-fourth sheet of papers with diary entries inside Gregory's sneakers.❞ Farleigh Jones knows that Gregory loves his sneakers yet she does not expect he would leave it at home as to he is no...
