"I guess, I'll just have to eat it out of you." he smirked devilishly at me.
I wanted nothing more than to get up and run away.
***
The wind blew making her hair fly in all directions, alluringly.
The sun shone directly on his face, enhancing the...
Sliding my feet off the bed, I stand on the soft blue fur of my carpet padding towards the large window spreading entirely across three walls.
The busy yet beautiful city was visible from every corner.
The sky seemed to be cloudy today, exhibiting a beautiful shade of grey. It appeared to be evening when in actual, it was nine in the morning. I love these kind of days, the cool breeze and the rustling of leaves gives you a sense of satisfaction.
I personally feel so fresh inside and out. I could sit by the window, read a book and sip on my coffee all day long. But unfortunately that's not the case in my twisted life.
When you grow up, life makes sure to tell you that everything is served to you on a silver platter only for a limited time period.
And your problems are far more bigger than the broken arm of your plastic barbie doll.
You have responsibilities far more important than completing your homework by noon so you can play and watch TV in the evening.
You get run over by a truck if you're not fast and sensible enough to act quickly. Life is exactly like that, you can never predict what happens the moment after this. So you better be prepared for the worst.
A roaring sound of thunder breaks through the silent room and I, involuntarily, jump away from the window.
As girly as it may sound, I am extremely and utterly scared of thunderstorms. Just the sound of it makes my heart go haywire.
I sigh and walk inside my closet picking out a white long sleeved crop top with high waisted, faded blue colored jeans and white converse.
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After showering, I come downstairs to prepare breakfast for Ebenezer and I.
The door opens and Lola walks in. She comes early on the weekends and leave around noon.
"Miss Ambrose." she greets which I return with a stiff nod.
"Wake Ebenezer up, I have to leave." I say and turn around to pour orange juice in two glasses.
Fifteen minutes pass and a soft patter of slippers brings a soft smile on my lips which vanishes in thin air when Lola appears in my line of vision.
"Go, ready his clothes. He's supposed to spend today at his friend's so you can leave after you see him off." I tell her and she leaves the kitchen.
"Buongiorno, piccolo." I greet
"Buongi.. Zoe." his face twists in confusion.
"Buongiorno, baby." I laugh and correct him.
He smiles sheepishly in return. I pass him a bowl full of fruits and a glass of juice which he happily accepts.
