The Bliss Bond

Someone?!

"Ashton!!!!"  Yeah. Yeah. Someone's calling me. Not someone but the one and only,  Ma'am Braganja.
"Yes" I spoke, with real laziness.
"C'mear." She called me to her small study, that will be gone in 2 days.
"Ahh. Just come in. I've a very good news to you" she sounded quite happy as usual as compared to me, the depressed freak.
"Yes?" Good news and me?
Seriously, there's no good news for me, there cannot be.
"Someone's comming here" she said. Oh what a big deal.
Wait, What?
Someone's comming here. But the place would be empty in 2 days. TWO serious days.

"Say you're not happy. " she said.
But why the hell I'll be happy.
Instead I said," why will anyone come here"
"Cause."
"Cause? "
"Cause she cannot go anywhere else"
And I surely was missing everything what she's saying.
"Ugh. Can you just explain clearly. And one more thing,why are you even saying these to me?" I asked her.

She said(almost with a sigh):" Ella, her name's Ella. Sixteen year old old fella.
She...too,. lost her parents. Her extended family lives abroad. But she refused to go there. She wants to be like her parents and stay here. So her family legally made her stay here, until she's Eighteen, and could make her own desicions. They don't want her sad all over."

"Ug.h..Oh..."
"And she'll be a good one to be your friend. So I called her here."
I guess I don't know what friend is. All the friends I had from elementary school and middle school mostly moved out of this town and all, and my whole friends were my family.
I kept with a straight face.
"You okay?" She asked me.
I nod. I had many things to ask. Many, of many things. But I refrained .
These matters just get out of me.
"So, she's arriving three days later. After we move to my house. She'll be directly there. Okay?!" She said even before I thought of asking.
"Hm...."
She just smiled.
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"Come out Ashton!"
I did not.
"Ashton!"
Nope.
"Ashton! !!!!"
Yeah. Yeah. I'm coming.
"Yes miss."

"Ashton. I'll miss you" A tiny fellow came and hugged me as I stood there out in the veranda.
By his voice I could tell he was crying.
I hugged back. After a few seconds I knelt down to adjust our height.
"Be happy okay." I said. He nodded.

"Always" I said and he wiped his tears.
"You too" he managed to whisper.

Then all of a sudden everyone, or better every kid came and hugged me. The hardest hug of my life. Everyone crying.
I bet Miss Braganja asked them all to.

"We are to go!!!!"

Everyone went to their bus. Faces red. Crying. Although happiness crepting in.
For the first time I felt a bit of sadness. They all will be gone. No children's laughter. No annoying shouts. Nothing will cover up my silence. Nothing.
But then the next thought. I will go too.
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"You'll manage?"
I nod.
"You SHOULD start speaking a bit more. "
Miss Braganja again said.
"Sorry. Miss"

"Keep all your belongings nicely"
I did keep a weak smile.
Her house. Tiny but beautiful.
There is a front porch with beautiful flowers, all lined up.
Not many rooms but well I got a tiny one. With a tiny bed and a tiny closet.
Tiny?
"Oh. Well Ella will arrive by 7 in  the evening."
She said and turned to the kitchen. It's already 5 now.
The weather's turning bad. Dark. Everywhere. Clouds. It'll rain.
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"Ashton!!!!"
I woke up with a jolt. Looked at the clock at the wall. Oh quarter to 8.
I fell asleep while reading.
"See who's here."

Ugh. Why I have to.

Whatever.

I went to the living room.
"Take this." Miss handed her a towel.
She was drenched. I then realized that it was raining. Too heavily.
"The driver left?" Miss asked again.
She nodded.
She was wearing huge spectacles, full-sleeved shirt and trousers: all white.
Her blonde hair too providing a golden feature with her looks. And yeah an enormous trolley bag: black.

"Hey" she gave me a tiny wave.
"Hi" I gave a smile, most probably a forced one, cause I forgot how to real smile.
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A/N:  My first Author's note I guess. Tell me how's it. How's my writings so far. Do comment and please share. I need more reads. This things are the things that keeps me from be a non-existent person.

-Shema Astral