Fly High | Book 2

Chapter VIII- Presents

"Presents"

It was almost five in the afternoon of this Tuesday. The sky were getting red. The yard were getting warm in my sight as the sun rays reflected to it. And the air was starting to become colder. The temperature lowered about maybe five Celsius.

     I was watching the hallway and waiting for my dad and Gretchen went home in my room's window. Jollie was sitting on her bed watching some videos on my phone — well, she really used to do that.

     Terry and Kora were surely there inside of there room chatting and kept on talking about their guys specifically Chris. Or maybe, they were making over themselves.

     Mr. Thomas was cleaning and washing the car we used lately. He waved to me from the yard near the faucet where there were a little bit of pool measured seven meters by fourteen. I waved back at him and gave a grin.

     He's cheerful.

     I went to Jollie to borrow my phone for a while to see what time was it and I saw, it was almost six.

     A sound of a loud beep from a car filled my sense of hearing. I ran to my window to see if it was them — and saw they really were.

     I felt glad and excited.

     I jumped through out my room with Jollie following me out through downstairs to the yard to meet them.

     "Hey!" I greeted them.

     I didn't knew that Terry and Kora were also following us. They immediately ran to their mom and hugged them.

     Ms. Gretchen was stuttered when her shopping bags from her hands were grabbed by Terry and Kora and left her.

     "Thank you, mom," they said and hurried up to their room.

     "I know!!" Gretchen sighed and yelled out again, "Wait!!! All of that are yours, hmm!!!" And gave me a smirk.

     She flipped her brown curly hair showing me some boastfulness.

     I felt ashamed and leaned down my head.

     Dad was also seemed so tired of their long travel. He didn't smiled even a bit. Mr. Richard, their trusted driver, called me while moving out the bags and boxes from the car.

     "Ezra! Come! Can you do me a favor?" He asked.

     He wanted me to help him.

     "Yes, I can," I gladly responded and went to him.

      I pulled two bags full of new clothes through my hands and hardly able to bring it inside by stepping through the stairs.

     "Thank you, sweetheart," he thanked and handed Jollie, who kept on following me, a small containers of dark chocolate flakes.

     Jollie grunts as she felt hard to handle the container. Its big enough for her to carry. So then, I immediately ran to her and left the bags I started to carry in the basement of the stairs — to help her.