I've never seen my Mom this stressed, like she can't do anything about something. It was like she's trying to solve a complex problem.Mom was pacing back and fourth when we entered their room. Dad was trying to stop her, but she was unstoppable. She just stopped pacing when she saw us entered the room."I'm sorry if I acted strangely," she said. "It's okay, Mom," Dahlia replied.I was okay, but the other side of my brain is saying otherwise.I didn't say anything.Mom then stopped panicking and sat on the bed, beside Dad. I saw his concern toward her and it melts my heart. I like seeing them care for each other like this."Have you taken any medicine, Mom?" Hyacinth asked."I'm okay," Mom answered. She looked at me and there was definitely something in her eyes. "I feel better."I wanted to ask her a series of questions, but I don't think this is the right time for it. I have a strong feeling that there's really something going on and it involves me.Mom tried to smile at us, at me,
What Taylor said about me missing Flint really messed up my mind. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.Do I really miss him?I screamed on my pillow. I am really frustrated right now. I’ve got a lot of things bugging my mind and I shouldn’t be thinking about him. He just used to be that annoying guy who really likes to piss me off, and later became friends with me. Was I not supposed to accept his friendship?“Are you okay?” Taylor asked, her head peeking from the top bunk bed. Now I feel sorry because it looks like I woke her up.I guess I’m going crazy…“I’m so sorry,” I said. I really don’t know what’s going on. “Did I wake you up?”“Nah, it’s okay. I’m supposed to wake up early anyway,” she replied as she started getting up. “So what’s up? What’s going on? Why are you screaming like you hav
I have always been the type of person who’s not afraid- okay, maybe a little afraid to face new things in life. I usually follow a routine and just stick with my lists. I am not really used to new things and I need time to process everything. Liking Flint is something new for me. It’s not just in a friendly way, the same way I like Taylor and Sean. It’s more than that. There’s attraction, and a crazy back and forth of whether I just like the idea of him or something else.It’s crazy. Liking someone is pretty crazy because I am turning crazy too.It has been days since that realization. I have been trying to dodge Flint like I’m dodging a bullet. I just really can’t afford to see him anytime soon. My mind’s still quite shocked with the idea that I actually like someone I used to dislike so much.I need to breathe.I stared at the screen of my laptop. I have an article I need to write for the Weekly Mirror but I can’t seem to start. I have been so distracted, and I realized that when I
I don't know when it started, I just found myself hanging out more often with Flint. After every meeting with The Weekly Mirror, most of the time we would go to dinner together. Sometimes we would invite Taylor and whenever she's present, I would often catch her having a look I couldn't understand. It was like she's teasing us with her eyes, but is not saying any word. It's like she wants to say something but decides against it."Are you sick of seeing my face, Tay?" I heard Flint ask one time when we were having dinner. His friends, Alec and Floyd were with us but left just a while ago because of some frat duties. Apparently, Flint was also a part of a fraternity but he's more active in this organization that I don't know the name of. It was an elite organization that not all people know of. I asked him about it, but he's just mum about it so I just stopped asking.Taylor rolled her eyes at Flint, which made me chuckle.I could say that they're kind of close now because we always han
I am moving out. I am starting college. And I’m a little bit anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really a socially incapable person. Maybe, a little, but I think I can survive. It’s just that leaving the place where I grew up makes me sad. And facing this new chapter in my life brings a certain feeling to my gut. Is it nervousness? I think so. All throughout my childhood, we lived in Crestville. I was already born when my parents moved to that place. So technically, I lived there my whole life. It’s such a shame that my dream University isn’t close to our neighborhood, resulting in me moving out to live in the dorms so I could start creating my place in society. I’ve never been away from my family for a very long time. We always stick together. I’m not sure if we’re just clingy people or what. And yeah, it’s making me feel anxious. I know they will be just two hours away from me. But still, there’s distance. And distance scares me. “So this will be your home for the next four year
It was like the wolf was looking straight at me, trying to get to me. I was starting to feel all the creeps so I took off the necklace and hid it inside the drawer of my study table. I think this necklace Mom got from her mother is haunted or something. To get my mind out of the creepy thoughts, I decided to continue fixing my stuff. My roommate might arrive and I don’t want her to think I’m sloppy. When I got tired of fixing my stuff, I decided to take a rest and lie on the bed. When I did, I realized it was too boring to just lie there so I got the book I’m currently reading from my bag. I have a lot of books at home. My hobbies are mainly book-related- reading a book, buying books, window shopping books, planning for a book, etc. Aside from family and academics, my life mostly revolves around books. I want to be a writer and be able to publish books in the future. That’s why I took up Creative Writing as my major. I started writing when I was still young so I think as I grow ol
The kind of bond me and my Mom has is something I will never trade for anything. She’s all in one- a mother, a sister, a best friend, my confidante. I told her everything and she would just listen. She’s a good listener, and that’s just one of the many things I love about her. I have two sisters, but I am the closest to my Mom. She’s cool and she always reminds me that my feelings are valid. She always says the best words. I went out of the Dormitory and waited for her at the gate. It’s already dark since it’s almost 10 pm now. The moment I told her I needed her, she quickly got into her car and drove here. Home is two hours away. I don’t want to hassle my Mom but I’m just too overwhelmed with all of these fuzzy feelings. And only she can help me feel at ease. There are still a number of students out so I’m not scared to wait for her here outside. It’s not yet the official start of classes so the curfew is still not valid. We’re still allowed to accept visitors. I just sat on the
It’s already past 7 and we’ve been standing in line for almost an hour now. But there’s still a LOT of girls ahead of us. It takes so much time for one to finish bathing. My heart’s already pounding crazily inside my chest. I think we're gonna be late for our freshmen orientation. “Okay, this is not gonna work,” Taylor murmured. She’s behind me and we are actually the last people in the line. How crazy is that? “I know. But I’m not comfortable going out without so much as washing my face,” I replied. “I’ll go downstairs and check if the line’s not as long. You stay here, I’ll come back,” Taylor said. I haven’t replied yet and she already left, leaving me with her things. I took a deep sigh as I wished people downstairs didn't take forever to shower. No one warned us about the long line in the bathroom. If I only knew, I would’ve just taken a bath last night. While on the line, I kept looking at the stairs to see if Taylor’s coming or not. I also checked the time on the clock dis