Those Days Novels & Stories

Chapter Nine Day Three Thursday. The next day, Bisola woke up reluctantly to the jingling of the alarm beside her. Bisola opened her eyes first, and then she rubbed her with her backhand, last night was too awesome for her, she and Tolani her friend scout every clothing store in the city, they are not necessarily buying everything, but they just wish to share more time together, both understand that, they might not have the time to share together like this in the future.

she said sadly. “you have no idea how I felt when I recently realised Andre was here with me. He used to be my best friend aside you in the past. I know you used to be jealous. It felt so good to know that he didn’t abandon me. It felt so good to have an old acquaintance back. Just that he doesn’t remember me. Every time I just wish I could go back to the good old days. Everything is bad now. Dad is gone now and even Andre doesn’t remember me.

That was the only part of essay writing she scored higher in than Janet. Speaking of Janet, she just loved hearing about all the adventures she had encountered with over the weekend, to her best friend, sex wasn't a big deal. From final year boys in university to the SS3 boys she called lame, she did them all. Na smalls, she would grin, before quoting her signature sentence, 'Being 18 has its perks'.

"Brief. Genuine." He looks at the ceiling for another moment. Then at me. Then at the confirmation on the screen and the compound around us and all of it — the east wing and the south wing and the twenty chairs and the courtyard bird and Reth's real smile and Gregor's role and Dmitri in the communal space learning to sit at a table that holds people. "Day three," he says. "And four and five and all of them after," I say. "All the ordinary days." "The ordinary days are the point," he says.

The last two days have been nothing but hell for me. Life is funny, right? The first three days before these horrible two days were the best days of my life. And then everything suddenly flipped in a snap of a finger and the brightness faded to darkness and the bliss to sadness. It's all taught me to cherish every happy moment and be grateful for the sad moments too because they make us appreciate the happy moments too. "I'll have fries with chicken masala!" I tell the waiter delightfully. The waiter looks at me queerly. Probably because I look like shit right now.

"Mom, I'm your son." Harry got up, intending to kick him out. "Go! Go! We don't have a son like you!" Looking at the scene before him, Zac could only turn his pleading gaze to me. "Celia, I'm sorry. I really didn't know. I'll marry you now. We can register our marriage tomorrow. You can hold the wedding wherever you want. Don't worry—I'll definitely keep my distance from Aurora. I said nothing and just looked at him mockingly. I replied icily, "Zac, don't be shameless. We broke up long ago. What's the point of pestering us like this? Let me go. Just take care of yourself."

I say quickly, because once Alexander starts counting to one hundred there's no stopping him. "Can I count the days on a calendar?" he asks instead. "With stickers?" "Sure," Kyle says. "Different colored stickers for different kinds of days?" Kyle's mouth twitches. "What kinds of days?" And now Alexander is off and running, his hands gesturing as he gets more animated. "Happy days could be yellow, sad days could be blue, regular days could be white, days when Dad visits could be green, days when Dad doesn't visit could be... um... gray? And days when we all have dinner together should be special stickers! Like gold ones or sparkly ones! And—"

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

only when Bea was able to breathe normally. Bea shrugged her body and moved away from Evan as he sought to give her a back embrace. "Jealous?" Evan teased as he reached for her hands. "Who's jealous, me? Over my dead gorgeous body. So, what did the two of you do for the two whole days?" Bea asked with her right brow arched. "That was ages ago, already. I can't recall what happened." Bea was prodded into sitting on his lap by Evan, who then wrapped his arms around her waist.

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…