Goodbye To Trash Hello To A New Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

He scowled. “Is that how you apologize to people where you came from?” “Is that how your mother taught you how to treat people?!” Where did that come from, though? “Get out of this place.” He gritted out. “You don’t have to tell me that, trust me, it’s sickening being here. Just let me be! Stay away from me or I'll shove your dick up your ass.” I marched away. I heard him scoff followed by an 'unbelievable.'

My fingers trembled so badly I could barely hold my phone. It took everything I had to type my reply, one letter at a time: “Is that so? Too bad. Trash I don’t want is only treasure to someone like you—picking it up and acting proud just makes you look pathetic.”

The Trash Bin was a graveyard of broken dreams. Everywhere I looked, there were mountains of crumpled paper and discarded ideas. The sky was a flat, dull gray, like a computer screen that had been turned off. I held Elle close to me, her small hands trembling against my waist.

I looked behind me to see the Elder standing tearfully on the watchtower, and I felt terrible. Jacob handed me a jerky as he said in a low voice, "Here, to stave off your hunger. We have a long way to go. I wouldn't want you to starve." He also spotted the Elder standing sorrowfully on the watchtower. Smiling, he said, "When the Elder has passed on his duties, let's bring him to the Stoneridge pack. He can spend the rest of his life in comfort." I smiled as I nodded with tears sliding down my cheeks.

He smelled like peppermint and desperation. "I’m spectacular," I said, flashing the million-watt smile that had funded my parents' early retirement. I let go of his arm and turned away before he could see my eyes twitch. My phone was vibrating against my thigh, tucked into a hidden pocket in the tulle. I already knew what it was. Or rather, what it wasn't. It wasn't an apology from Justin. It was just another notification from the universe reminding me that after seven years, I had been traded in for a twenty-two-year-old yoga instructor named Sunshine.

I say exited "Let's make a cheers to taking out the trash" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

“Hey trash can ! Missed me ?” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Hello, David. Oh, yes, you want to try that, do you? Then I’ll return the lawsuit with my own. Sure, sure. The documents are registered and in order. There’s nothing you can do. Everything’s been filed, you’re a little too late.” “I can make you regret it.” “I can make you disappear. Your family isn’t so frightening when I can make a single phone call and ruin them along with you. So, what’s your point David?”

It was what I had written during one of the rare moments when I was conscious, before everything went dark. [I still couldn't buy a new outfit. I wanted 100 bucks to buy a nice set of clothes, so I could say goodbye to the world properly. Now, it's clear that's impossible. I used to hate Mom and Dad. I hated them for never caring for me. But now, as I'm dying, all I can think about are the memories from when I was little—when they took me to fly a kite. I was so happy then. If only I could go back to that time, living carefree."