Until we meet again

Conditons

Above pic is Zania and Zion, Zane's older sister end nephew✨

Zane POV

I stared awkwardly at her from across the table as she looked through the sheets, praying to God that she wouldn't take the nearest utensil she can get her hands on and toss it at me. Not that she had many options anyway since the dining table was pretty bare, but still. Anything could happen.

Her brows etched in frustration as she brought her hand to massage her forehead. To make my crippling anxiety even worst, she started shaking her head, as if what I wrote up didn't make an ounce of sense. Was it really that bad?

Curious, I pretend to clear my throat, "So, how is it?"

She looks up at me from the sheets, eyes deadly serious, before sighing and pushing the sheets my way.

"Danm, is it that bad," I asked, taking them from her.

"Oh it's beyond bad," she corrected firmly, crushing any little confidence I had left.

"Dude, I took an entire night to do this. Like, come on," I tried to explained, going through every sheet helplessly , looking for any error I may have made. But I came short. Sighing, I look up to find her with her arms crossed with a smile across her face. What the heck?

"It's excellent," she smiled proudly, before bursting out with laughter.

I stared in disbelief before sighing in relief. "Yo you play too much. Coulda cause me have a heart attack or something."

"Well that was kinda the plan," she chuckled .  "But i gotta say, I never thought I'd see the day where you actually take debating seriously. Like you hated it."

I release a short chuckle. "Well, you never really made it look fun. You were always sooo...aggressive with it."

"Well you know what they say, where there's aggression, there is power."

"Uuumm, nobody says that."

"Well I'm saying it," she replied with a little sass. "Everyone has their own way of debating. So whatever you're doing, keep doing it. This is the first time in a long time since the debate team made it into nationals. I'm really proud of you."

"What can I say, I'm good at what I do," I bragged with a proud smile.

"Yinno a thank you would be nice," she suggested with a little sass.

"Oh right thank you, for nearly giving me a heart attack," I replied with fake smile.

"Idiot," she smiled. Leaning back on her chair she asked , "So, when is nationals?"

"I think Ms. Johnson was saying in two weeks time. But who knows. They stay changing the dates," I replied laying back on my chair as well. "Why, think you'll be around for it."

"I'm not sure . But if I am, I'll definitely go," she replied with a reassuring smile.

I couldn't help but notice the glint of sadness that flashed in her eyes despite her smile. It was for spilt second but I noticed it. We both knew she wasn't going to be around, she never was for long. Not her, not mom or dad, none of them. I could understand why my parents couldn't, but with her it was entirely different story all together. As time went by, it was as if she was pushing me away. It was beyond frustrating. I keep up my unbothered façade anyway and simply smiled in return.

"Wellll, there's always midterm break. Heard the beaches down in Exuma are really nice."

"Who said anything about Exuma?"