"Where is Kyle? Have you seen him, Amelia? The match is going to begin soon," Patty said, her voice laced with worry and concern and her attention darted towards the crowd of people gathered in the stadium."You sit here, I'll fetch him," I offered and Patty just nodded. I went to look for Kyle, the cute, naughty little four or five year old who was elated for his brother's match, but where did he suddenly disappear?I rushed to look for him in such a crowded stadium. The stadium was filled with so many people, dressed wonderfully in bright, coloured jerseys showing their support and love to their respective teams. The entire town had gathered and so many unfamiliar yet familiar faces, some or the other I had bumped at the park or grocery store. It was a very important match and in fact, two towns had gathered. The winning team of the town would be awarded with not only a trophy, but also several hundred dollars for their respective town fund and not damaging their pride.Losing was a
The scrumptious aroma of barbecue filled my nose. Roasted vegetables, marinated slow cooked meat . . . yum. The party was perfectly set up in the field itself with the entire town eating, talking, dancing and celebrating joyfully. Mainstream pop and rock music was played and the atmosphere was so inviting and delightful, like there was some festival or carnival going on.I was filling my plate with dollop of sour cream, lettuce cups and barbecued, saucy meat while listening to the talks of Ginger, Anne and Marya. Ginger couldn't stop chirping about the fights and romantic moments she had with Chad, they were really adorable."Do you and Noah fight a lot too?" Ginger asked suddenly and the spicy chicken stuck in my mouth. I swallowed it with great difficulty and drank orange juice. I gawked at Ginger and Mary who grinned while Anne who was busy stuffing food in her mouth, also looked up at me."Noah and me, well . . . we are not in a relationship like you Ginger," I reasoned out and th
"You know him?" I heard Noah ask from behind and my heart hammered against my chest wildly. My lips quivered and I blinked back my tears."Know w-who?" I stuttered and pretended that it was not him."My dad, his middle name is John," Noah confirmed my doubt and I took a few steps back until my back hit the shelf. I was beyond shocked, my entire body shook and twitched. All the old memories stormed in my empty brain, mocking my fate. Noah's deep blue eyes studied my face carefully as he tried to calm me."N-No, I . . . well, I don't know him! I-I just saw his name in one of the trophies!" I lied and went into a state of hysteria. I nearly ran away from the shattered photoframe which contained the photograph, but I tripped over something and Noah's strong arms immediately prevented me from falling. "I-I'm sorry about the frame, I didn't mean to-to break it."My mind was completely blank as I sat down to collect the pieces of broken glass on the floor."Hey, hey, hey, don't touch that! A
I looked down and saw Noah climbing on the pipe swiftly and I gasped in shock. He had already managed to climb half the way effortlessly and was now on the slippery part, struggling to push himself upwards."Noah, go away," I whispered meekly and he stared at me. All I wanted to was just hug him, but then I remembered Uncle John."I want to talk to you. I want to know if you are okay.""I'm okay, alright? Now please leave." I may have sounded rude, but that didn't stop Noah from making his way up.I sighed audibly and walked away from the window quietly."Hey, where are you going? Help me up." I could hear Noah's deep rich voice whisper-shouting from a distance. I ignored it and entered the bathroom to quickly fill a bucket with water. I carried it or rather dragged the heavy bucket towards the window."Glad that you came back, now help me up--- "The moment he looked at me, I lifted the bucket and poured the water over him, emptying the bucket. He went sliding down the pipe and lande
I didn't go to school and I wasn't planning to go any time soon either. Besides, there wasn't any necessity for me to go. I was home schooled back in London and I was already ahead in studies compared to any other average, seventeen year old student.Today, Katy and Jack had gone on a date to the town's festival and to make sure that I would be okay, they left the two bodyguards who I had met the day I came here and met Jack too. I still remember that creepy, bald, short bodyguard who had a mole on his left cheek - no maybe right cheek with tiny hair sprouting and---Ew, I should stop.Anyway, Katy looked absolutely stellar in her purple, short, sequin dress and smoky eye make up accentuating her cloudy grey eyes. Her hair was tied into a loose bun with a shiny, silver clip which made her soft, voluminous locks spill over the back of her head. It seemed a bit over the top, but after that festival they were heading towards a club so the outfit was appropriate.Katy and Jack gave me a l
"Aha, A hero at rescue! Not a bad entry, some thunder bolt sounds would have helped with the background music," Ethan teased and Noah scoffed from beside me.I asked in a low voice, "You didn't go to the town festival?""Do I look like I have gone?""No, but why?" I insisted and I could see a weary look on his face."I didn't feel like, now would you stop asking questions," Noah snapped at me and I nodded faintly, instantly pursing my lips into a thin line."Whatever you do hero, you can never stop from making her mineforever." Ethan winked at me and the contents in my stomach threatened to spill out. Noah's grip tightened on the gun and his jaw clenched."You carry a gun?" I whispered timidly."I saw you getting kidnapped so I hurried down with my father's gun---""Don't you want to give me another love bite, princess?" Ethan interjected and I scowled. I knew he was indicating to his scar on his forehead. I recalled that day, when he pulled me towards him and struggling to be free,
I woke up as the dancing sunlight kissed my forehead and I squinted my eyes. I was lying on an enormous bed in a beige coloured room which was so plain and gloomy, one of the many unused rooms in our house. It would have been difficult to carry me upstairs so they left me in one of the guest rooms downstairs. I felt like I had given up, my emotions and feelings were being mirrored on the dull objects surrounding me or perhaps, my perspective had totally changed.I recalled the heart-wrenching sound of Katy's wails. All the memories of last night raced through my head which caused my head to throb in pain. I rubbed my temples roughly and lumbered towards the bathroom.I splashed cold water on my face and wiped it with a towel. My reflection was haunting, my eyes puffy and bloodshot and my cheeks swollen. The pins of my wig hair dug painfully in my scalp and I removed it for a while to massage my head and then wore it again. I changed into yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt with some r
"What? Dad already flew back to England? How cruel of him!" I yelled furiously and rubbed my temples as the maids tried to calm me down. It had been six days since the incident and today was Jack's funeral.Dad just went back yesterday night without informing. He couldn't wait for one more day and attend the funeral and then go? I was very mad at him, beyond mad at him. He couldn't even do this much for Jack, for the man who sacrificed his own life for his master's daughter.I strode towards the bathroom and took a long shower with cold water. It calmed me a little and my head felt light due to massaging my blonde locks. Then I made my way to the closet and slipped into a black dress. The fabric of the dress was thick, almost like woollen as it clung to my body, accentuating every curve. The dress was plain and had a turtle neck with small, shiny, black beads surrounding it like a necklace. It reached till my knees, the perfect appropriate length and I wore matching black sandals with