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It was Sunday. When I woke up, I instantly checked Eureka on Matt’s bed. I felt my eyes widen and my spines shudder. She was not there.
I began to panic. What if her existence is a one day only? That is so sad. I went to the living area to check if she’s there but it was empty and quiet and plainly white. Like it always do. Sigh.
I went to the bathroom to pee and wash up, when I heard the door creek open. I investigated it as soon as possible. It was Eureka, thank goodness! She was wearing the same hoodie she wore when she came/existed here.
“I just went out to get us some breakfast” she explained. “You look flustered, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m alright. I just thought you were gone.”
She brushed back her hair with her fingers and smiled at me. “I’m sorry I worried you.”
Yeah I was worried like hell, don’t you do that again!
“No, I, I’m not worried or something about you.” I stammered. She eyed me suspiciously.
“I’ve bought us some bacon and eggs.”
“Oh, Eureka, good morning, where did you get the money?”
“When, I ran away, I borrowed a lot of my money from my parents.” she smirked at me. I remembered in the book that she did borrow/stole money from her parents.
“Now, you have money, but eventually it would run out. What are you going to do about it?” I arched my eyebrow and slightly raising my chin as if I was challenging her.
“Relax, dad, I would eventually work.” She rolled her eyes to me. She’s playful, alright.
“Good, because I would definitely would be depleted of my allowance from your grandma.”I said in my best fatherly voice. Good thing I’m playful as well.
For the second time, we ate breakfast together.
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Eureka and I watched YouTube videos all day at my laptop in the living area, specifically at our theoretical couch which is just practically cushions. It was (not exactly) surprising that Eureka had no exact idea what YouTube is. I can’t shake the idea that her knowledge of the world right now is limited because of the fault of Andrew Bautista. He didn’t write something about the internet so Eureka has no idea about it like she was some kind of dinosaur. But I guess that is just the limits of writing; one cannot write everything.
“So, when you typed here your question or anything at all...” I, explaining Google, “you would get the results you want.”
“I’ve own a computer, but I never knew of this!” I remembered the days of the computer without the internet. It was tragic, doing nothing but Paint, relying on diskettes. ‘Diskettes’ saying that word in my head feels wrong. Diskettes.
Her eyes sparkled as she had been gifted with something precious- knowledge. Then after some hours she was a real teenager for being able to grasp the power of the Internet. She started watching YouTube and after a while I joined her. Her never-fading smile to me was some kind of payment.
We watched tons of video, a few of Vsauce videos and a lot of CollegeHumor videos. One video question why people need to turn their digital gadgets off when riding an airplane. That was hilarious!
“That is so true.” She said, catching her breath for giggling so much. Her hair is covering half of her face.
“Yeah, they really showed them, huh?”
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The Conspiration of The Universe (Published under Cloak Pop Fiction)
ParanormalThe Conspirations of the Universe is a story about Luke Monasterio, a book hugger and a fan boy, who had recently had his heart broken by his girlfriend. He thought that the Universe hated him and so he took refuge to his all-time favorite book, A S...
