Novels by Daisy

[3:32pm]I ran towards the garden, very expectant. I walked to the bench where we normally sat and looked all around it but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. My last hope was dashed and I felt my knees weaken. A strong wind blew across and I noticed that the sky wasn't looking so kind. I sat down on the bench hoping to gather strength to walk back to my room and face the reality that had just dawned on me. I looked up at the roof of the shade and noticed a thick white note sticking out from one of its ends. I could swear that paper wasn't there the previous day. Curiosity kicked in but deep down, I was hoping it was what I was thinking. When I slipped it out, I found out that it was a folded note which read 'To my Jane doe'. I smiled and let the tears make their way freely down my cheeks. I sat back and unfolded the note quickly. I noticed part of its extreme end had been torn but I went on to read. It said: 'Let me begin by saying I'm aware that this garden doesn't belo

I didn't sleep well. I couldn't as I kept waking at intervals, tossing and turning till sleep comes by and steals me away until the next interval when I'd wake yet again. I couldn't wait for morning to come and somewhere on the deepest part of my heart, I prayed that I wouldn't change my resolve when the morning comes. I had to put in the work. When I woke at around 4am, I tried yet again to go back to sleep but it had abandoned me totally so i picked up the novel and continued from where I'd stopped the previous day. Brenda, just as I had speculated, chose to accept the exchange program. I wasn't surprised. I told you protagonists never choose the easy way out. The writer did a really good job because I was so engrossed in it and didn't realized when the day broke, till the ray of the early morning sun streamed through the window. I looked on the floor and Caleb was still sleeping eventhough most people in the room were already up."He must have slept pretty late last night" I sai

We stood at that spot longer than we should have just locking eyes and smiling sheepishly. After what seemed like forever, he grabbed my hand"Come" he said, walking me back to the shade. I gladly followed, trying my utmost to conceal my excitement. He walked slowly, I noticed and recalled he'd been operated on."Does it still hurt?""Just a little" he said, motioning me to sit. He did that gentlemanly thing where he waits for the lady to be seated first before taking his seat. My lips curled on their own accord. "How have you been?" We asked simultaneously and burst into laughter right after."You should go first" he said"Well," I said then cleared my throat "I've been all right medically though I was on the verge of dying of boredom. He made this pity face at me "Oh, that's too bad" he said "Your turn," I said "what about you?""Right" he said "how have I been?" He repeated while making a show of thinking about it. "I've been pretty much okay. My siblings, chats from friends, bo

I must admit that I regretted speaking my mind when they'd left but the feeling only lingered for a moment. Totally consumer by the desire to meet Tim again, I kept glancing at the wall clock, Impatiently waiting for the hour of three and when it did come, Caleb was still nowhere to be found. I figured he would be on his way and didn't want to pressure him to come back ASAP so I resisted the urge to call him. I waited till 4pm and he still hadn't showed up so, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number while cursing silently. It rang but he didn't pick. I called again and again till he finally picked on the 4th ring but he was silent at the other end of the line, probably waiting for my nagging to come first."Caleb!" I called. I heard him grunt but said nothing."Caleb" I said again He burst into laughter "I'm coming" he said and cut the call before I could continue the rest of my ranting. I glared at my phone for a while as though it was the face of my brother, gasped and lay down a

And I dreamt of him. I wouldn't admit just how much I'd wanted to meet him again until I woke the next day and recalled that I dreamt of him. The setting had been the same as the evening we'd met. Only that, we didn't speak a word. We just sat there on the bench, admiring the flowers and the colourful illusion on the evening sky. At last, he held my hand and we slowly turned to face each other. His eyes were speaking the same language as mine and we began to lean in but I woke up before it could happen and ashamed as I am to write this, I really wished I woke a bit later. I let out a sigh in disappointment and lay back in bed. Caleb must have gone home because the only people standing over me were Doctor Benson and mum. They were talking in muffled voices and I was beginning to get apprehensive. Perhaps something had gone wrong again (not that anything was right), maybe I wouldn't be discharged soon after all, maybe, maybe, and a whole lot of maybes, but mum smiled at the end and

I turned, with a huge smile playing on my lips but when my gaze met Caleb, the curl on my lips flattened out."Caleb" I muttered in disappointment.He marched briskly towards me as he spoke in anger "How on earth could you leave like that? I've been looking all over for you. What if...what if something had happened to you?"He was already standing beside me. I gave him a very lethal gaze "I'm not a baby, Caleb," I said "and stop treating me like a sick person!" I fumed."Oh well, are you healthy then?" He retorted You know, anyone could have said that to me and I would successfully ignore them but not my own brother. That was the height of it. I stood up at once and charged at him, grabbing him by the collar. "No, I'm not!" I screamed, tightening my grip "isn't that what you want to hear? I'm not!"He held my hands and tried to calm me down but I broke away from him and ran towards my hospital block. I could hear him running after me."Jane" he called, but I didn't look back "I'm re