Please don't eat me

Please Cook Tonight

  It was around three when I left Chakra. My next session with Hector was on Friday, where he had promised it would be much longer. As I walked out, I saw Cynthia, already parked in Gerald's car and waiting for me. 

  "Hi." I said as I got inside. 

  "How did it go?" She asked as she drove off.

  "It went well," I said, not really looking at her. 

  "Really? I thought you wouldn't be into yoga."

  I simply shrugged.

  "Well if it makes you better, I'm not complaining."

  "Yeah," I said. "Me neither."

  I felt awful having to lie to Cynthia of all people. My sister had been with me through it all, from the foster home to our adopted families. There was no one I trusted more than her. But even she only believed I was going to Chakra because the doctor recommended it. The doctor, by the way, was a Shaman.

  "Ugh," I said, remembering what I wanted to complain to her about. "I also got a diet and exercise routine I have to follow."

  "What?" She laughed. "Why?"

  "Because a healthy body is a healthy soul." I grumbled. To be more accurate, what Hector had said was that due to my soul's power, I had to train my body to handle it before it began to damage me. So just another thing I had to worry about.

  "Are you sure this is the shit you want to do?" She asked, glancing at me as she drove. "If you're not into this then you don't have to do it."

  I wish it were that easy, Cynthia. "I – I don't know. I guess I just need time. To adjust to the whole thing." 

  "Alright. If you say so."

  Silence fell over the car for a moment. I wanted to fill it with sound, was about to ask how her first day of matric went when she spoke up instead. 

  "So, do you want to cook tonight?"

  "Of course." I bluntly said. "Who else is going to cook?"

  "Well who do you think was cooking for everybody while you were in the hospital?" Cynthia said with some pride.

  "I thought you guys just went to McDonalds." 

  She let out a wounded, "Ow" and I smiled. "Well, smartass, I've been improving my cooking skills this past holiday."

  "So, you won't set the fire alarms off this time?" I innocently asked.

  Cynthia just glowered. The kitchen fire incident was a sore point for her. I had no idea how somebody as athletic, smart, and popular as Cynthia could be terrible at anything let alone cooking, but I always enjoyed holding it over her head. Aside from peeing while standing, cooking was the only thing I could do better than her. It was a hobby of mine that I'd had since I was little, quite possibly the only skill I had.

  We arrived at our house, a two-storey building with a garage to its right. The front had this huge tree growing that obscured part of the house. For months now Wallace had wanted to cut the tree down, but I liked it where it was. Mostly because it went up to my bedroom window, with branches thick enough for me to stand on. Not that I ever did. In the back we had a pool and a small vegetable garden Gerald had been trying in vain to grow. We had offered to help him a hundred times, but he had refused, saying it was something he wanted to do by himself. We had persisted that he at least learns how to grow a vegetable garden instead of 'winging it'.

  "When are Wallace and Gerald coming back home?" I asked Cynthia as she parked in the garage.

  "Gerald should be home around five," she said. "Wallace is finishing at six, so I'll go pick him up."