Rocky Road

Chapter 5- Humans Were Born From The Waters Of Impatience

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KEllan or Ian which one shall be HUgo?

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Lord, lighten my skin, for I pray for the same every day and night. I am patient for I know one day my wish would be granted.

It was the same prayer every day, I knew I was massively in insecure and to others it's ungrateful, to wish yourself to be different. I remember the pretty nurse at the hospital scowling in dislike at what I tried to do. She pitied me and I didn't get why, not until now.

She pitied me because of the obsession that would follow.

"I know how you feel, the constant disgust of looking in the mirror every time you walk past up until the point where you don't look anymore in fear of what you look like." And she was right.

My father used to say humans were born from the waters of impatience. We want everything now right this moment. We can't adhere to patience as time seems too long. Seeking things that we knew that we couldn't have in a million years if we tried and not remaining focused on the things we did have to keep us going. When what we seek doesn't become what we want we instantly blame something anything externally. To me, that is a bad trait- it is a horrible trait to have and somehow I acquire it.

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"Would you like some?" I looked up at Hugo, the sun shining brightly on him, like an angel descending from above. He pointed a plate of Rocky Road in my direction and I took one thanking him. We were at the fun fair waiting for the plaque to be finished at Birds and Son's carpentry. Hugo and papa had finally fixed the fence was now working on a new project, building a bench. He looked irritated like something was bugging him but I was too much of a chicken to ask. I mean we had bonded over the past couple of days through soul and rock play list, alongside yummy Rocky Roads and helping papa build fences. He was great company to have around. I figured a few things about him: he just turned twenty before I came down. He is the youngest of three siblings. He likes tennis, swimming, volleyball and surfing. He was mature, funny, liked to play stupid tricks on papa and very attentive. He seems perfect but I knew he had a turbulent past that seems to surface once in a while around the diner, but I paid no mind. It wasn't my business to be poking at the dead.

The bracelet we won earlier today on the tombola glistened against my skin and I smiled. I am crushing hard on this white boy and I hoped it was nothing more than a crush. I didn't need my fantasy getting dismantled when I have to accept the painful truth.

 Just as I built up the courage to ask what was rocking his boat, Amery and her friend arrived. She kissed him on the cheek, and then hugged him. I was good at putting on a poker face, so whatever she thought she was doing didn't faze me in the slightest.

"Hey Hugo, do you want to come round later, I have something to show you." She said flirtatiously. She was good at it too. I mean if I attempted what she was doing I would look like I was having a seizure.

"I can't, I’m going round papa's." Amery huffed and puffed.

"You're always around there. You don't have time for me anymore." I heard him growl next to me.

"Not now."

"What do you mean not now?" she turned her attention to me, scoffing in disgust. "I see you've been hanging around with this trash. God Hugo when are you ever going to learn, they are different from us." I was about to rip her red hair out of her roots at what I thought she was implying.