A Page's Fate

Brotherly time

Elliot POV

Arriving home, I immediately slumped into my living room couch. Groaning in frustration of how I probably messed up on snapping at two of the scholar men especially at Mr. Pax who's the boss of the scholar company. They probably hate me and will quickly decline our library's efforts to hold the data pads.

I grabbed a pillow and slammed it against my face and screamed at it as loud as I could.

Screaming for what felt like hours, my throat had gone dry and I didn't realize that I was crying and had my pillow slightly damp.

Ping!

Groaning, I sat up on the couch and looked at my phone, it was a text message from my older brother, Aaron. Sometimes I thought that my brother had a psychic power to know when I'm down.

I read the text:

Hey there dummy! Are you free today? I'm going shopping for my little girl and you seem to know her better than I do. Do you think you can help me?

He wasn't wrong, he always worked and had little time to spend time with his daughter. He was still a good father, but he mostly lacked timing for his daughter. His daughter, Izzy, was going to turn six in a few days and my brother had been working hard to make a big party for her that he even got a group of clowns to perform for her special day.

Maybe it would do some good to spend time with my older brother. It had been a while since we spent time together.

I replied back.

Yeah sounds good.

Ping!

Sweet! I'm already on my way!

I get up the couch and grab my bag, I looked at myself at the mirror and tried to clean my nose and tried looking like nothing bad happened to me.

After a few minutes I heard a car honk.

He was here.

I grab my keys and walk out of the house and to the driveway where my brother was parked. He waved at me from the open window. I quickly ran to the vehicle and got in, giving him a hug on the process of getting myself seated on the passenger side.

"How's my little sister? It's been a while- wait... have you been crying?" He eyes me suspiciously.

Like I said, I swear he was a psychic of some sort.

"No." I replied, unfortunately my raspy voice gave it away.

"Who made you cry? I'll beat the living hell out of them." He said in a semi-serious tone.

I roll my eyes and shoved him playfully on the arm, "I'll tell you when we get to the store, just let my voice come back at least." I gave him a smile to calm him.

He sighed and gave in, finally driving us to the mall.

On our way to the mall, my brother couldn't stop talking on how he wanted his little girl to feel special for her birthday. Telling me that all of her little friends were invited. It was nice listening about my little niece. It had been a while I hadn't visited her. Whenever I got the chance to spend time with her I would take my niece to museums and amusement parks, not caring how much money I spent on her as long as she was happy. Her happiness is what I mostly cared. She was a sweet child and a very energetic one as well.

Arriving to the mall, my brother parked his car near the food courts entrance, we walked inside and started to look for the toy sections and even clothing areas. My little niece was a smart child and loved anything that involved science, she was one of those gifted children that surpases the intelligence of their own age.