chapter 1
I ran past the lady at her stall, dashing and having no care of who I bump to. I ran after seeing my uncle walk out the door that he rarely passes through. I was surprised; I having another lap on the gardens with uncle’s favorite cap that I was really fond of wearing, and he solely loath me for even touching it. When my uncle showed up with his ‘minions’ and chased after me I ran faster and headed straight to the nearest park by our house. In fact I think the word house doesn’t apply by the works of it. I sprinted closer to the park only to find out that it is packed with customers and, obviously; stalls. When I got there, only then that I remembered that our city is having a festival and our village decided to put a celebration to join in on the commemoration. A festive that is new and fresh –only now-festival by the looks of it. I dart my way through the series of obstacles, balloons, bubbles and ice-creams held by no-care-in-the-world-people and I almost hit one.
When I looked behind me, I saw two of uncle’s rodents cutting their way closer to me. I tear through the dead-end and reverse my steps around the cul-de-sac and dashed again to reach the mansion to hide. I made my way toward the side of the two douche bags without them noticing me. I made my reroute on the longer and narrower passageway toward the dome. Dome as I call our abode. I took the long way so as not to face uncle in this time in which the dusk is coming near. Are they still not used to my running? I do this every single day.
I went through the backdoor which is our 3rd patio at home. I made my way past the kitchen. The maids and Nana were preparing a delicious smelling food, so I ran yet again backward to get a fresh carrot and immediately dip it in the Caesar’s before Nana notice me.
I walked in the hallway toward the double doors but thought better of it for I saw a silhouette of uncle with his fat hands and his famous bloated stomach. So I recoiled and dashed toward the smallest hallway of the house, in which nana and the others sleep. It’s not actually a den for maids or quarters. Rather, it is a sanctuary and really a room for them to rest. Believe me; all of them are really big enough to hold an entire room of preschool pupils per room. No practical reason at all for the maids to use small size bedrooms when only two masters living in a rather huge house.
I went through and hummed my way in at the hallway. It is a perfect place to hide. I’m planning to sleep in Nana’s bedroom but I don’t know which is which when I reached the set of doors-glass doors with locks that looks ancient-y. One door, 3rd from my left has a key attached into it. I decided to go inside it. When I went in it, I locked it on the inside yet again. It looks like a suite. Since I’m tired and totally fed up, I decided to lie down on the bed and sleep. I went at the right side of the bed while thinking yet of another alibi that I will tell uncle when I wake up. Never mind.
I woke up by the sound of heavy breathing near my face. It doesn’t feel like the breath of my dog, so my eyes squinted, but only to discover that it was pitch black. I thought better of it. I hugged the nearest pillow beside me, it wasn’t soft enough but it wasn’t too hard either. I even wrapped my feet on it. I thought better of it and slept yet again.
I woke up for the second time to see the time. But at the angle toward where my clock was supposed to be was replaced by a face of a boy about my age and he’s looking at me!
“Aaaaah!!!” I pushed him away.
“Why are you hugging me? Why are you in my room?”
He scoffed and smirked. Clearly, he finds this situation funny.
“I’m hugging you? You should’ve seen your position awhile ago, when you were wrapping your hands and snaking your feet around me tightly. Making my chest your pillow,” he raised his eyebrow. “And this is not your room, it’s my mother’s. Let me rephrase that, this is my mom’s master’s house, practically his bedroom. Not yours.”
