Age Ain't Nothing But A Number Meaning Novels & Stories

I called but his number was switched off and that scared me the most. I spent the entire day trying his number and texting him but his number was still not reachable, please God don't take my guardian away. On Monday I went to work like a ghost in a shell, I can't believe he is still angry at me, maybe he decided I am no longer what his time. Common we even talk about undies, how can he forget me so easily, it makes me want to scream. "You look like you have seen the dead" Nnedi said immediately I entered the office

Still, deep down, I knew it wasn’t just overthinking. Since he mentioned it, my heart hasn’t been at peace. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was about to face!! Even on our way home, the topic refused to leave. I couldn’t bear to see his mother hate me. “I still don’t like it,” I said, looking out the window. “Your mom already made it clear how she feels about age. Your own view is that age is just a number, but her…” I sighed and shook my head. Kelvin kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel. “She says a lot of things. It doesn’t mean you should run away.”

That night, she told him about how she and her brother Jack would write in upside down and backwards numbers on calculators and pass it to each other as a joke. 38 was upside down and backwards code for BE, 335 was code for SEE, 648 was for BAG and 7748 was BALL. He argued that it was stupid, because a lot of letters didn't have numbers to represent like T, P, W and that 4 upside down didn't look like A, but she said didn't use words with T so it was sufficient. And against his better judgement, he learnt, for the sake of the game. Maxwell looked around in hurried movements for a pen and a paper to rewrite the numbers upright and forward.

Our hurriedly formed deal coined out of yet another sneering stare I got from Precious just last night at Oxygen. “A complete set of numbers.” Mark commended, smiling. “Looks real, not fake.” “You think I’ll fake my friend’s number to you?” I asked him, unimpressed. “Girls do it.” he argued, shrugging. I just rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Just make sure you don’t pull any type of stunt on her, that’s my girl.” “I hear you.” “I’m serious.” “I said I heared you. C’mon Angie, I won’t play games. I didn’t come out all the way here for nothing you know.”

“Usually the numbers mean something.” “Like what?” Nicco asked. I didn’t respond so he jiggled my arm. “Come on, Hope. This is important. Focus.” I pried my eyes open and held back a gigantic yawn. “Well, the numbers usually stand for letters. Either like on an old fashioned telephone or as a replacement.” “Telephone?” Nicco was confused. “One is either A, B or C. You know, like that. Or the one could stand for an I or an L.”

"If I must tell you, an age is the number of full years, months, days, hours, etc., that someone, or something, has been alive." "Good!" I complimented. "So you agree it is a number?" "Yes, it is the number of years that a human being has spent alive," Uncle Max nodded. "Where is this heading to?" "Relax, Uncle Max!" I took another biscuit from the tray. "Since age is just a number and I told you that I am plus one years old, why can't you accept that I have told you my age? Why can't you accept that I have been telling you my age for the past two minutes?"

"No... I don't want another date" I cried out. "come on babe, it was only one bad date, there's no guarantee it will happen again" Amie said. I scowled at her "Just one? Just one you say? This is the fifth one Amie. I'm done". I grunted. "Well... You know what they say... Six is a lucky number" she made googly eyes at me. "Oh please don't talk me into this. I said I'm done. Read my lips Amie D-o-n-e!" I frowned with my arms folded.

She stared intently at a spot just above my eyes. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m trying to read your mind. I’m not getting anything. Maybe I should try on someone with an actual brain.” Old Claire was back. Was this a good thing? “I don’t think it works like that. Ask me to think of a number.” “Think of a — why do boys always think that number’s funny?” “Claire?” “It’s just a number, for God’s sake, no different from sixty-eight or seventy.” “Claire! I haven’t said it yet.”

“If I ain’t got your number, I sure as shit don’t have your email.” “Then message me on F******k. Or, you know, ask your probable future sister-in-laws for my number. In fact, you should do that anyway. I’m not giving you my number even if you paid me a thousand dollars. Which, by the way, I wouldn’t take.”

"You need another race." "I know." "You need forty nine more." Alina groaned and fell backward onto the mattress. When Kaira said it out loud it sounded so much worse. Forty nine. That number felt personal. Like the system had looked directly into her soul and decided to be annoying. A silver screen appeared. [CURRENT PROGRESS] [1/50] [49 REMAINING] Alina pointed. "See?" "See what?" Aria asked. "It's mocking me." The system chimed.