geminus

#5 - soft whisper

When I went outside my room, downstairs, to every room in our house, I couldn't see Travis anywhere.

I kept looking for him in our backyard garden, but my mother spoke from the sliding doors.

"He went out in a rush. It's six-thirty, why's he in a hurry?" My mom asked as she mixed something in her bowl.

"I honestly have no clue," I muttered.

I sighed and continued with my morning routine. "Are you doing anything tomorrow? I need some help with grocery shopping." Mom asked me while I ate breakfast. I laughed in a no-shit way. "Of course, duh, it's a Friday."

Her brows raised just a little. "Really? I could've sworn it's a Saturday...then again, I don't look at my calendar much since my retirement."

I chuckled. "I guess you don't necessarily have to. I only even know the date through my school anyway."

Talking to her makes my problems go away...

We continued to talk until I had to head out for my school.

~

When I arrived at school, my friends greeted me.

While in our conversation as we were seated in the garden, I asked them if they've seen Travis.

They smiled teasingly. "Nope, you lovesick pup. Missing him already?"

I sighed and stood up. "I'm going to go to someone. See you in class."

I went to the library, which was usually empty than it is filled. Isaac mentioned that he would be here a lot. I thought, peeking inside. I need to inform him about my findings.

"You're here."

I looked at the left side of the library and found Isaac, who was behind a computer.

"Hi," I said, smiling cheekily, placing my bag on the provided shelf of the library, specifically for the bags of the students. It made me feel quite sad when I saw that it was only small.

I went towards him, pulling a chair with me. "What're you doing?"

"Using some profound hacking knowledge. It's only the basics, though." He said, focusing on the screen. I took a look at it, but I can't even describe what I saw. Words, numbers, asterisks, brackets...hack stuff.

"You're hacking the school, I'm guessing," I said, still trying to understand what was on the screen.

He looked at me and showed me his cellphone with a proud look on his face. It was a conversation and a lot of tabs. "I'm guided." He said.

"And you're actually proud. I'll ask about this hacking stuff later, 'cause I have a shit-ton of stuff to tell you about earlier."

"I'm hoping you found my text." He said, returning his attention to the PC.

"I did, and I'm sorry, I guess, but anyway, Travis."

"What about him? He went to your house?"

"Ah, yes, he did."

He chuckled wryly. "Thick faced motherfucker." He sarcastically comments as he typed.

"Derogatory words are forbidden here," I said.