Mr Arnold looked at Kia and I was damn sure, he'd throw a fit or yell at me for making Kia work in a garden or worst hang me to death, okay that's an exaggeration but you get my point.Mr Arnold is who he is.But believe me, I'd to pinch myself, Mr Arnold didn't say anything. Like not a single damn thing, instead, he took the chives from Kia's hands and started planting them in a row, well I don't know if he planted them but he sure put them in a row. I couldn't help but chuckle."Oh no we don't do it like that." I said and moved towards them. I crouched beside him and took the cuttings from his hand, ignoring the feeling of his fingers on my palm."We put chives in a pot, we keep them in the cool room, we give them little fertilizer and all that stuff. We don't plant them in rows or anything like that." I finished planting them and turned to look at Kia but she was nowhere in sight. It was only him. I turned back to my plants."How did you get here?""I was about to ring the doorbell

The hospital is the one place you go when you are sick. It is a place where you go to get better but that's not in my case. I never visited a hospital in the past four years. When Mr Arnold told me that we'll go to the hospital, I was sceptical about it but I never wanted to show my weakness to anyone. I just wanted to hide myself from everybody. But bloody hell, he saw me in my most vulnerable condition. I was so ashamed of myself.The moment my eyes opened to the sight of the hospital, I felt the urge to run home. Flashes of my pathetic state ran in front of my eyes, I was so bloody embarrassed. Mr Arnold saw me in the worst condition. I wanted to run away but I was too weak to move. I was in so much pain that I wanted to scream. I wanted to die but I couldn't even do that.The nurse who attended to me was so kind and concerned. She told me I was knocked out for a few hours. I sighed, she was monitoring me when a doctor around my age came to check on me. "How do you feel now Miss?"

I love to cook, and I don't just love it, I'm obsessed with it, the reason being my mother, of course. She is a wonderful cook and I have seen her create many great dishes that have brought a smile to my face. Cooking was something, I and Mumma always enjoyed doing together. My mother and I would go to the local market and buy some fresh vegetables, season them and then cook them for dinner. This was the most enjoyable part of my and my mother's day as a child. After cooking and eating, we would often sit, relax and talk, something I also enjoy doing.And today, years later, I felt the same bliss, I used to feel as a child, when cooking with my mother.Kia was standing on a small square stool beside me. Since it was just a day before the Christmas holiday, she had requested, no demanded Mr Arnold to stay back with her and help her with Christmas baking.Mr Arnold was not happy with this and told her that he was too busy to help on this festive day.Kia threw a fit and well he had to

Remember how I told you, Mr Arnold was a representation of litmus paper. Today I can write that theory on a stamped paper.Like, one minute he blushes so hard as if he just confessed to someone he's in love and the other minute he acts like he's a devil who will kill you.Right now, we all were sitting beside the ginormous Christmas tree, Kia was not being herself, as if something had triggered her just like her uncle, she was also pouting in a corner. Tara and Aiden were trying their best to cheer her up.Evans still hadn't arrived, apparently, his cousin was accompanying him. This was a little odd because Mr Arnold said it was just them and no outsider, except me who was one.Talking about him, he was still acting weird, whenever our eyes met accidentally, he would pretend to look at something else and stare at me, I knew he was staring, but I couldn't quite point out what he was thinking.I shrugged thinking about him and walked to Kia." Kia do you want your Christmas gift?", as so

The next morning, I woke up with a smile. The previous night's events flashed through my mind, and I remembered how much fun it was to spend the evening with Mr Arnold. I couldn't think of anything else besides him.The thought of seeing him again made me feel excited and happy. I felt like doing cartwheels down the hallway but controlled myself.The hell is wrong with me?I got ready in a white top that had sheath-like sleeves and a high neck. I paired it with a pair of black leggings and a black turtleneck sweater. I decided to put my hair up in a bun. I looked at the mirror and smiled. A thing I'd been doing a lot since last night.Lastly, I wore the pearl earrings Mr Arnold gave me as a present. They were simple but elegant. They made me feel like a princess which I definitely wasn't. I knew he'd feel happy that I wore them.I walked to my kitchen and started to make myself a coffee. I looked at the time on my phone. I had to leave in half an hour. Kia's school is off so Mr Arnold