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.”

So here is where we'll start. I believe I am eighteen, or twenty. I am unsure. We really don't have clocks or keep track of time. Most think that clocks and calenders, numbers in general are a hindrance. Alpha often would say that humans were slaves to numbers. Money, time, deadlines, weight, age, height. I have little clue what money is though, or what it looks like. I do know it is a currency type deal. Like a means of bartering? Yeah.

"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​t​ weird​. Just—nost⁠algic.” On the drive home,​ without⁠ Zara, the ca‌r feels e⁠mpty. “T⁠hree down,” Amon says. “Three to go.” “We’re gett​in⁠g old.” “⁠We’re fo‌rty⁠-six and forty-four. Not ol​d.” “We have a​dul⁠t ch⁠i‍l⁠dre‍n. That’s old‌.”

"It's boring." From ahead of us, Austin spun around, walking backward with dangerous confidence. "I beat everyone at the math game today, even the teacher!" he called out, pumping his fist in the air. "She said I have a 'gift with numbers,' Mom!" A perfect echo of Michael's voice played in my memory: "Numbers just make sense to me, Aria. It's like they speak to me." I'd watched him calculate complex figures in his head during business meetings, impressing everyone in the room.

Chad didn't know how to play with words right and I thought that if he was being careless at the moment, only to apologize, I'd give him a sharp piece of my mind but he shook his head negatively. "No, no." He sat upright with wide eyes, "that isn't what I meant. I was thinking about my time with my ex, she would always make me go through so much just to apologize if I was wrong, I was getting prepared to go through that round all over but you surprised me, that's just all I'm saying I promise." The way he called her his ex almost made me laugh. He was making it sound like they had broken up for over a long time now and I thought it was adorable. The stupid bitch that always ignored my mails.

Eva glanced up, met his gaze without flinching. “What’s your favorite number, little miss?” Her mom opened her mouth. Eva beat her to it. “Four.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Why four?” “Because it’s the only number equal to the sum of its own digits squared.” He blinked once. She blinked back. Her mom choked on her wine. Her Aunt ducked her head, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Her dad said, very calmly, “Eva, darling, can you pass me the bread?” She handed it over with a straight face. Then kept eating. The table paused. Then pretended it hadn’t happened.

“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.”