MASH

Chapter 33: Happy Ending

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~Grace's POV~

Kristle cleared her throat dramatically and said, “Well I’ll start… err…. I am transferring to Boston. I got a scholarship there.”

I stared at the photo frame by my bed-side. In it contain a picture of us in a mall. We were posing beside an “Aries”shop from Korea. I was wearing my favourite pink top, jeans and sneakers. My hair was let down but my fringe was held up by a pink head band. Jes was wearing her yellow sweater over a shirt with tomato imprints on it and her loose jeans reached to her converse sneakers. Her ears were plugged in with her headphones, no doubt listening to her favourite music selections and her hair tied up in a low pony tail at the nape of her neck. Clare's choice of clothing was similar to Jes's, but more baggy. Her over-sized grey sweater over a striped white shirt and baggy jeans which doesn't seem to fit her size and sneakers peeking from under. Her dark hair was let down in waves down her back and her ears were also plugged with headphones. Kristle wore a simple turquoise T-shirt and skinny jeans. Her hair was swept to one side and she as always had herbutterfly-shaped pin clipping up her fringe.

We were all so carefree back then. Worries and trouble were a far cry from us. But look at us now, sadness and pain flood through our veins the moment we know the fact that one of us is about to leave. Guess we weren't so “undestructable” after all.

I placed the frame back carefully, not wanting precious memories to be broken. Reaching behind the fame, I pick up my wedding frame. I smiled and ran my hand over the smooth material, my fingers moving over Andre's smiling face. We were posed, standing up, Andre hugging me from my back as I held a bouquet of flowers on the front. To one, we looked just like any loving couple, but what one failed to notice is the sadness in my eyes. The sadness of knowing -

Ping!

I jumped to the sound of broken glass. On instinct, I rushed out of my room to investigate the sudden noise. I sighed in relief when I saw that it was only just my mother. Caught red-handed, I watched Mum flushed beet red as she picked up a kitten who supposedly had knocked over a glass vase. All anger in me to shout at my favourite broken vase was melted the moment I saw the little cute kitten. The kitten was nothing but adorable. Streams of white, grey and brown streaked its fur and blue eyes like gems of the ocean – features which made the kitten appear soft and vulnerable to sharp objects.

“Grace!” Mum exclaimed. “I didn't see you there! Oh, nothing is happening at all!” she edged closer to the kitten and blocking the glass with her figure. “And the kitten... I found him on the streets. He's such a dear, isn't he? Can we keep him?”

“I'll pretend I didn't see my favourite vase broken,” I sighed. “And of course we can keep the kitten.”

“Great!” Mum clapped her hands in joy and walked over to the couch to switch on the television. After walking a few steps, she spun her heels and faced me, her expression grim. I feel my confusion and curiosity rising as I looked at Mum. I have never seen her like this before, the thing she is about to tell me must be important, I thought. “Your father is back,” she told me. “He got back from Australia last night. I suggest you talk to him about your -” she cleared her throat dramatically before continuing, “your situation with Andre.”

“I understand, Mum,” I smiled. “Thank you for informing me. I'll go right away.”

“Great!” she exclaimed, her joyful features kicking back in. “Now before you leave darling. Pick a name for the kitten.”

I stopped in my tracks and spun my heels to face the kitten. He was eating my breakfast, a cherry pie. A smiled stretched across my face when an idea flooded my mind. “Mr Cutie Pie. I'll name him Mr Cutie Pie.” And with that, I left the house for my father's office.