❝Sometimes it's better to let them go,
even if the truth hurts
and my bitter truth was that he left in the winter,
I hope he found his spring.❞
When 18-year old, Zoe Lunette, finds herself sitting with a boy, at the edge of a cliff she rea...
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"Fo, Forwa, Forward," I said slowly trying to test my new discovery. "Ba-ck, back," I said again. My lips moved forward when I said forward and back when I said back.
Holy Thesaurus, it works.
"You've been in there for an hour and a half. You'll form wrinkles and your skin folds making you look like the cat lady you are. Get out before, uh, you will sleep" Zander shouted from the other side of the door.
"Lame," I said in a sing-song voice. Growing up I always had a fear of slipping in bathtubs. I always made sure to grip the bathtub tightly when raising myself.
Suddenly, the lights went off, "Zander!"I shouted as I heard him cackling right outside the door.
"Mum!"I shouted loud enough for her to hear. Zander quickly switched on the lights and ran away, his footsteps thumping against the floor.
Exiting the bathroom, I dressed in a loose bear printed pyjamas set.
"Hey Zander, Guess what I just realised?"
His eyes met mine and he quickly morphed his face expression into a bored one. "What?" he said resuming to swiping away at his phone. "When you say forward, you like move your lips forward and when you say back you bring your lips back, "I said with a triumphant tone.
Harvard should accept me when I apply.
"Umm no," he replied lifting himself off the bed. He bared his teeth and without moving his lips he said, "Hor-wor."
I slammed my fist into the air, "Ho- What? Forward not Howard, dumb-shit."
I was in a semi squatting position with my fist hanging in the air when the lock sound resonated from his phone.
"Get dressed, preferably a black outfit," he said fixing his hair by combing it with his fingers.
"We are going to sneak out," he said turning around with a mysterious glint in his eyes.
This wasn't new to us, he did that pretty much all the time and I had to accompany him just so that he wouldn't get bored and the fact that it wouldn't be him alone who would have to face my mom there wrath.
Undeserving privileged Magikarp!
We never sneaked out at nights before except in 9th grade when he and his friends had decided to go skinny dipping. It was worse that there was a guy that I previously liked, in my brothers' gang and after that night I avoided him like the plague.
That horrific memory is for another day, but needless to say, we were the hot topic in our town for a week, with trending searches being 'Skinny-dip in public pool'.
