Novel & Cerita Waiting

We did some cool down stretches while we nervously waited, luckily Eve and Keri came back quickly. "Ok. All your names are on this list. If your name is highlighted in yellow, you're on the cheer squad, if its in blue, you're on the B squad. If your name isn't highlighted at all, you didn't make it this year but we would love to have you try out again next year." Eve explained. Keri taped up the list and they walked into the locker room to change. Finn came down to take a few pictures for the article and then he walked to me. "Why are you just waiting here?" he asked

POV: Alexa I opened the door to the office and saw Marcy our receptionist answering phones. As I walked in she waved her hands indicating she needed to speak to me so I waited for her to put the caller on hold. “Good Morning Alexa. I wanted to let you know that one of your consults cancelled for today so you only have two.” I dreaded slow days and now that there was one less patient on the schedule which meant a slow day indeed. “Thanks Marcy. Which appointment cancelled?” She looked down at her list and explained that the nine a.m. appointment cancelled. I thanked her once more and made my way to my office.

No countdown. Just 8 people. On this side. 7 people. Plus Chloe. On that side. Eyes closed. For 11 seconds. For March 14th, 2022. For December 31st, 2023. For January 6th, 2024. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ 2:48 PM. Eyes opened. Chloe wiped eyes. Once. “Thanks,” Chloe said. “For waiting. For 7. For me.”

"Welcome. Alpha Patrick has been waiting for you. Do you want anything to drink? Coffee, or juice?" "It's OK." The woman declined politely.

I need to know if I am waiting or done. Lily-Rose did not answer that one. She washed the glass, checked the children’s doors, and lay down. Waiting or done. That was the next fight. Not Hale’s gate. Not Jimmy’s bed. A woman who had stayed behind asking for a word while two children slept down the hall and a girl who had done the work of a mother listened for a truck that must not come.

The atmosphere was full of expectation when she waited for the response of the investigator. Throughout the day, Amelia’s impatience grew as she repeatedly checked her email, hoping for a swift response. Finally, in the late afternoon, a notification appeared on her screen. With excitement, she opened the email and quickly scanned the contents. The investigator had delivered, providing a comprehensive schedule detailing Mrs. Rodriguez’s commitments for the week.

And there, on W******p, a new message notification from an unsaved number. Three messages. My breath caught. I stared at the preview. Hi. It’s Kael.

Turn your butt back to his uncle. Occasionally, use a small fist to punch the doorknob. Inside, there was a knock on the door. Not only was the boy startled, but his feet take a step back. Even the man was equally surprised. He turns around to talk to the little boy. “Women, taking a bath takes an hour at least. But it's not fast, please wait. He reaches out and holds his watch in front of the child. Point to the long needle. As long as the needle goes to this number. She will come out.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

“Wait.” I frowned. “No. Later-” “It’s okay.” He cut me off and caught my arm when I tried to side-step him and walk away. He then turned to the young woman who had quietly been watching us. At first glance, anybody could tell that she had a good body. He shoulder-length brown hair fell in luxurious waves over her ears. She had big black eyes that followed the whole scene in confusion. So, this was the kind of woman that Hiro-san liked. “Sorry, Hana-chan. Today’s a little… I’ll contact you later. Forgive me.”