CHAPTER 16BED HOPPERAIDENI haven’t done anything today. I haven’t felt like it at all. Aunt Clara and I used to live in complete harmony but now I feel like we fight every five seconds. I sigh as I climb out of bed, walking to the kitchen to find something to eat. But I know food won’t heal me. I feel so tired on the inside…I just want to die.I hear footsteps just as I enter. I suppose aunt Clara has returned from golfing. I hide beside the refrigerator, as a certified coward I’m obviously not going to speak to her not yet at least. She and Elian are the only people in the world that I speak to. If I don’t talk to her then I will truly die alone.“Hello Evan, you look quite dashing, follow me this way please.” I hear her say.Evan? Who is E- “thank you so much for having me here Miss Clara.”The moment the voice sounds my heart goes into frenzy, Evan is Elian? Yes, Evan is Elian he mentioned it the day we met but why is he here?“There is no problem at all.” I hear their footsteps
CHAPTER 17REPTILEELIANJanet is in a particularly bad mood today, which just means she’s extra bossy and irritable. I sigh as I wipe down the piano. Today she instructed me to clean the music room and gave me a special cleaning solution for the different instruments, a bit overkill in my opinion. However my mind isn’t on the task I’m performing but with my encounter with Clara yesterday.I climbed the stairs to the third floor with my mind racing with various possibilities, despite the fact that I haven’t done anything to get me in trouble wasn’t enough to dispel the worry that maybe just maybe she found out about my plan and the moment I step through the door I would be greeted by a barrage of policemen with angry faces.But instead I met Clara in a long silky gown and a high slit that showed off a glimpse of her long legs. She is the exact opposite of Elena. While Elena is short with a full figure, Clara is taller with smaller proportions. Not to mention one is a brown skinned teen
CHAPTER 18DAYLIGHTAIDENI write and sometimes I paint. At first I started with writing stories, stories of strong heroes who went off to distant lands to vanquish powerful foes and bring honor to their kingdoms. I wrote of princesses trapped in magical towers, fated to live a life dictated by their horrible conniving mother but through the power of true love and determination manage to free themselves from such a fate. One time I wrote of a ghost that haunted a village for a hundred years but that ghost was actually a misunderstood little boy longing for a friend.And then one day I got bored, behind my parent’s back I purchased an easel with a set of paint brushes and some water colors. I was terrible at first. I couldn't even draw a butterfly, but after eight years of constant practice I’m slightly less terrible. My first painting was of a butterfly with hideous wings but that was my intention, I believed that not all butterflies had to be pretty there was an ugly one somewhere ju
CHAPTER 19NOT STRAIGHT ELIAN“Flour, butter, cheese, sugar and extra virgin olive oil.” I recite the list Maria wrote for me back to her, “is that all?”“Yes that is all for now,” she replies with a warm smile, “follow Mario he’ll take you to the store I usually get this.” My eyes widen at her words, Mario? My Mario? My best friend Mario? Ohhhhh today just got very interesting.I give her a bright smile, a little too bright actually. “alright I’ll be very, very happy to follow Mario.” Hopefully he can teach me a thing or two about the ways of the human breast.“Thank you so, so much Evan, you're too kind.” she says ruffling my hair.“There’s no problem at all Maria, if you can save me just one slice of the cheesecake you can consider that my payment.” She laughs the wrinkles around her almond eyes deepening, “Alright, consider it done.”Janet is the cook of the house but Maria is the baker(who needs a cook and a baker? Can’t Janet just bake? Or Maria cook? Isn’t this a bit overkill
CHAPTER 1TODAY IS A GOOD DAY.ELIANContrary to popular belief night time is the worst time to steal. The dumbass who came up with the idea was definitely a burglar. In my line of work that advice means jack shit. The advice I like to go for is; the early worm gets the fattest apple or something like that.When the sun's up people have the illusion that they are safe that the light brings some sort of security. They're wrong. Personally, I like crowded bustling areas where everyone is on their phones; angry about their boss, about their wives, about their messy kids. All of this brings distraction and a single second is all I need for what was theirs to become mine.I lean back against a traffic light patiently waiting for my next victim. a lady in ridiculously high heels limps across the sidewalk. With a single glance I can tell she's using every ounce of willpower she has to not trip and fall. I smile as my eyes narrow in on her dainty gold bracelet or rather my dainty gold bracele
CHAPTER 2JUST A HELLO WOULD DOAIDENThere must be a school that teaches fake crying that I am not aware of. I do not recognize half of these people but yet they seem more heart broken than me and it's my father who died. I don't feel like crying though I don't see the point and it's not like father died a tragic death. He was eighty five years old for God's sake. The lord was right to take him away.I watch the debacle from a good distance away so none of the 'mourners' find me and offer empty condolences which unfortunately won't bring back my dead father."There you are!" A familiar voice sounds behind me. I turn to find my aunt dressed like she's about to grace a Paris fashion house, "I've been looking all over for you! Come, Richard called. it's time to read your father's will."I cock an eyebrow, so soon? The man's body is still warm for God's sake and it's already time to read the will? The audacity of these people. "Alright." I respond.She smiles warmly, "Go wait in the car,
CHAPTER 3AQUARIUMElian"Ok Mara take good care of Martin Alright?" I say, pinching her chubby cheeks. "I'll come visit you guys every weekend with lots of treats."She scrunches up her face, blue eyes regarding me with displeasure, "of course I will, I'm the eldest!" She puffs up her chest a little.Martin rolls his eyes making a face in response. I glance at him with a smile he was getting better at reading lips. It helps of course that Mara talks slower. "Why?" Martin wasn't quick enough though Mara saw him, "you don't think it's true? ask Eli! I'm fifty days older than you.""more like five minutes." I mutter under my breath.Mara glares at me. "What did you say!?" "Nothing lady Mara now can we leave please? Jess and Chris are waiting."Jess and Chris are our neighbours and their kid Josh really took a liking to Martin. Though he's not deaf, he's a very shy and quiet kid. Mara has been teaching him sign language to better communicate with Martin. I think they are all very cute.
CHAPTER 4TO BREATHEAIDENI always thought this house was big enough to hide all of my insecurities but lately I’ve realized how stupid I was. Unless I remodel it into the statue of liberty I’ll have no such luck. I drop my book back on the library shelf, immediately commencing my panic push ups; movement always helps my thoughts flow well.When Aunt Clara first mentioned the idea of organizing a ball I just thought she was just spitting bollocks. Who organizes a ball these days? What is this 1805? How would a ball even help me if she plans on inviting 500 people? Is it possible to create friends in such a rowdy situation? Instead of this charade we should be trying to find some loophole in father’s will and not giving in to his absurd conditions. I wish she would just admit this ‘ball’ is more for her sake than mine.Although the event is four months away, just the thought of it is enough to make my insides twist into knots. After 100 pushups and 50 squats I stand to stretch out my