Be Brave

Chapter 1

Aaron
I sit back, looking through the poem that had kept me busy for the whole tentalizing morning. The sun's golden rays penetrate my curtains, lighting up my dark little room. The phenomenom flexes its wrists on my carpet, displaying a numerous amount of yellow patches on my carpet. It slowly climbs up my bookshelf, as if reaching for something high up. Something it just can't reach, yet trying. Just like me.

I'm not really a fan of literacy, or poetry, infact I resent both, but for her, I'd do it for a living. I'm not sure where all this love emerged from, or when it surfaced, but I am so blinded by it, that I can't seem to do anything else but think about her.

I sigh. I've been sending romantic poems to her for about two months now, and she doesn't seem to notice me anymore than before. I talk to her 24/7 on whatsapp and hangout, I even try to get to talk with her at school, which is kind of the most ridiculous place to get together. She's so shy. Kind of like a beautiful bird, if you try to approach her, she'll fly away, out of your reach. Slipping through my fingers at every chance I get.

My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, and then, without even asking permission my curious little sister walks in. "Laura, there is really no point in knocking if you're just gonna walk straight in afterwards without my permission." I chuckle. Being rude and polite at the same time is actually possible. I know she started knocking on doors right after the event when she walked in the bathroom and saw my dad half-naked (if you'd have seen my dad, you could tell it mustn't have been a pleasurable sight, esecially for a four year old), but unless you block the door while she's knocking she'll come in anyway. Laura shrugs and climbs ontop of my lap. "Whatcha doin' " she says as she perks herself on my lap, peering over the table. "Writing" I reply.

"What? For who"

"That's none of your business."

"Ooooooohhhhh, I know." Laura wears a little smirk on her face now. Then she stabs her index finger on the paper with the poem on and starts singing in her high-pitched voice all toddlers own:

"Aaron and Kiara sitting in a tree,

K-i-s-s-i-n-g,

First comes love, then comes the marriage,

Then comes the baby in the golden carriage!"

"Laura! Stop it!" I exclaim. She's only four for goodness sake and she knows the teasing songs better than I do! If you spoke a rude word to her, she would repeat it and it would spread like wildfire in her class. At this age, kids can spread news rather quickly, especially to her parents and then they get all get suspicious since they think that I am the first influencial source to Laura. "Laura don't mention this song to Mummy and Daddy Ok?" I say. There's nothing wrong in the song actually, but just, to be sure.

"Why?" She shoots back

"Because otherwize Mummy and Daddy will get angry."

"Okay" Laura replies glumly.
Thats not really a good reason, but Laura falls for it anyways.

"Why don't you go downstairs and watch some TV." I suggest, looking at my watch. "Tom & Jerry are on now."

I turn back to the poem. I know that she works at the restaurant tonight, the one that we happen to be going to for dinner. Now all I can think of is not to mess up.