“Just swim like a frog!” Miss Mia screamed while laughing as we witnessed how Sir Flinn wear his floater. He's face show how scared he is to meet the sea.
“I don't know how a frog swims!” He screamed back making me giggle.
Then later, Tim grab Sir Flinn to the water making him look like he haven't been to the beach in his whole life. I saw how Tim laughed when Sir Flinn shouted, “I know how to swim,now!”
Miss Mia shake her head telling she can't believe Sir Flinn. We stayed in the cottage to prepare the foods. I sat down watching them having fun under the sun. There are also kids building sand castles, lovers flirting, and people like Tim and Sir Flinn.
“Did Tim confessed something to you?”
My eyes widened as Miss Mia uttered the words. I looked at her unbelievably,making her chuckle, the bread knife she's holding paused halfway through a soft loaf. “What?” she exclaimed-teasing me.
“ We are friends.” I reply.
“Just friends?”
I nod. “ Nothing more.”
“Are you sure?”
It made me stop. “Yes...” I uttered in an undertone voice.
She then smacked her lips and then nod her head, but I can see she's teasing me.
“ We are just really friends, Miss. He just doesn't know what personal space means..” I reply.
She then tied her hair and stared at me, eyes narrowed. “Why are you so defensive Zoe Kathareen Edwards?”
“ No-I Am not being defensive- ”
“ Defensive of what?”
I turned my head to him as they went back from swimming. Sir Flinn followed and went back to the cottage, chasing for air and covered with water. “ I saw....” he paused, gasping for air. “Patrick..”
My eyes narrowed then glanced at Tim who's now eating a watermelon.
“Who's Patrick?” I spoke.
Sir Flinn gazed at me and then took a bite of the sandwich he's holding. “The starfish.”
It was too late for me to run when Miss Mia grab me by the arm causing me to fall in the water. Tim laughed at me so I splashed the water in his face,then push him. Sir Flinn wore his floater while Miss Mia is reminding us not to drink the seawater since it's bad for our body. We went to the deeper part of the beach making Sir Flinn hold tightly to his floater.
“The water is getting colder.” Tim uttered and his lips are trembling and his face is turning red from the heat of the sun.
“Kath, where did you learn how to swim? I mean..is there a swimming pool in your village?” Miss Mia asked.
I shake my head no and wiped my face with my wet hands. “I watched a lot of videos on how to swim.” I responded.
“Just watch?” Sir Flinn exclaimed.
“Yep.”
“ So this is your first time to demonstrate what you learn from those videos?”
“ I guess...”
“Can you teach me how to swim?”
“Just swim like a frog.” Tim interrupted.
“I repeat, I never saw a frog swimming.” said Sir Flinn who's now losing his patience. “So Kath,how?” he turned his head to me and his eyes are gleaming in excitement.
“So just need to keep moving your legs and swim like a....frog.” I said making him frown.
We watched how the people enjoyed their lives being with the people they love. Some looks overwhelmed, just staring at the sky, playing, and seizing the moment.
“You really don't know someone unless they witness the sunset with you.” I uttered out of the blue.
“Or unless you cried with them.” Miss Mia said.
I played with the water and then Sir Flinn moved next to me. I stared at him as he had a thousand-yard stare. “ You're really like your Grandma.” he said making me flinch.
“She has a lot to say about the points of life. But there's one thing she always told me.” he paused then continued, ”You never know someone unless you love them.”
He took a deep breathe and faced us who are listening to him seriously. “ You will never decode someone unless you've tried listening to them, until you love them. We all walk in different shoes, and you should never let other tell you how to tie your laces if they never walk in your shoes. It's funny when I heard people say they know you, where in fact, they only know your name or what is your favourite colour. You need to love them first before you can say you know them.”
I smiled at him and took a deep breathe.
“ You're right, Grandpa.”
I know he wasn't expecting that. I just felt the sudden urge to call him Grandpa and see his reaction. I know, he wants to hear it, too. He told me that he wants to feel that he is a grandpa, but he told me that I shouldn't force myself to call him as my grandfather if I am not ready yet. Even Tim and Miss Mia can't believe it. And then Sir Flinn-Grandpa, was looking at me with his teary eyed wet face.“Can you say it again?” His voice cracked and his tears will fall any moment.“Grandpa?” I uttered making him look up in the sky to stop his tears from escaping. I hugged him and whispered something into his ear. “Grandma must be happy seeing us right now.”We put back everything we used for the foods, collected all the trash that got sca
After trying most every ride, we stopped by a store that sells mango shake. I felt like my soul left my body riding the Vikings. I suddenly remembered Miss Mia cursing at every second as it suddenly goes down, then after the ride, she never stopped cursing until she got tired. Honestly, it made me feel the happiest.I took a picture of the surrounding and it was nostalgic. I felt like I am a girl and went back to the 80's where people doesn't think too much and just seizing the moments. We roam around the place and bought some stuffs for souvenirs. I bought bunch of hair clips for Kira, and for me. We also bought keychains, some tumblers, and cute head bands.“My stomach is telling me to eat.” Said Tim while overdramatically acting his starving as he put his hands on his belly and frown. We walk straight to the food area and we saw a stall that sells burgers and I was
I want to call him, talk to him-just the two of us and ask him about the things he told me and what I meant to him. Lately, he's been telling me words that a stupid friend wouldn't tell you. I don't want to feel awkward with him and I don't want him to. I just want to clear out things that's been living in my mind for hours now.I never been in love. I mean.. with real people. I only cry over boys who are fictional. I never waste my tears crying over a boy who doesn't think enough about his future-and it's a big turn off. I don't really have an ideal guy, as long as you're hardworking, honest, and most especially- a dreamer.A dreamer who shares his dreams with me. A dreamer that isn't afraid to take risks. The one who would accept me and my 20 other personalities. Too much, maybe he's not existing.But I already had a crush,but I don't consider it as 'love' because it was
Flinn's Bucket List1. Make Tim cry.2. Witness more than 100 sunsets.3. Have a new introduction for the customers.4.Witness how the clouds changes from blue to black.5.Visit Melissa's grave with Kath.I read it again and again. I always get stucked with the last one. I want to visit her, soon.I glanced at Tim who's now writing his bucket list.“Why do you want to make me cry?” he asked while his focus is still on his paper.“Only me knows.” Grandpa replied.“ I'm done.” Miss Mia said and gave me her paper.We gathered together and sat by the lonely seashore. Since this will be the last day of our trip, we want to make it memorable.
I wore the bracelet Tim gave me. He said he haven't seen me wore it since the day he gave it to me. I explained that I care of things that was given to me and I don't want them to expose. That was a white lie 'cause I honestly forgot about it.Things have been clear to me, he's that kid who always wear a Spider-Man mask. They left the village that time when I couldn't find him anymore. And then when he turned into a teenager, they went back to the village. At first I couldn't believe it until he told me stuffs only the seven-year old him and the six-year old me know. And he haven't told me stupid stuffs like what he said these past few weeks. He's been acting normal and like an idiot which is I am used to.We got a lot of customers today-the music track is changed now and there's also new books. There are also faces that I already memorized as they
What if no one will read my book?But what if it will be the bestselling?What if they think I am illed?What if they think I am rare?“Ugh! I don't know Tim.”“Too obvious, Kath. Tim's not here.”I look up to Grandpa who's now frowning.“ I'm just talking with myself.”“It seems important.” He stated as he turned the sign in the door from 'open' to 'closed'.“I want to write a book..but I don't think people will read it.” I spoke the thought that kept on running in my head.He pulled the chair in front of me and sat down, looking at the wall. “ You should write for yourself, before others.”I gazed at him and took a deep breath.“ When you write, write b
“Mom-No-I won't go with you!” I screamed as I took her hands away from me, moving a step backward, trying to run, but my feet are frozen in the ground.“No, Zoe. You need to come with me. You can't stay in this-”“ I will stay!” I shouted emphasizing the last word, her face stayed calm and it's only the two of us, and her car.She came near to me and caressed my shoulder down my arms then to holding my hands making my spine shiver.“Honey, what I am doing is the best for you-”"No!" I shouted and then I felt my adrenaline rush, my cold sweats and then I saw the wall.A nightmare.Just a nightmare, Kathareen
“ God, I don't know what I am doing-Crap.” I uttered to myself as I stared at the ceiling questioning myself with my abilities.I just don't know what to write anymore. I just kept on hitting the backspace again and again. Then would read some books, writing and reading are the twins, but I just can't find the right words to say. I somehow feel writing isn't for me. This is crazy- I got the energy to write, but the page is still blank.I swallowed the lump in my throat as I can feel my eyes stinging. Then tears just fall down to my cotton shirt, making my chest feels heavy. I immediately wiped my tears as someone knocked in my door. I looked myself at the mirror and checked my eyes if it is too obvious. The mirror said I look fine. Then I took a deep breathe and walked to the entrance.I opene
Timothy's POV.She looks tired but she looks fine on the inside. I stared at Sir Flinn as she talked with Kath in the kitchen- his tears ar estreaming down while holding his granddaughter's hand. Miss Mia sat beside me and we both watched them with a heavy heart. “ She's too precious, right? ” she spoke and her voice cracked. I smiled at her and eyes stayed still watching the painful scene. “An angel.” I said and stood up when Isaw Kathareen stared at me. “ I am just going to gt some fresh air-just outside.” I spoke and quickly left the room.I walked to the garden and messed my hair. Seeing her trying to bare with the pain is more painful. I stared at the sky and covered my face th both of my palms in frustration. There are billions of people around this world, but why does it have to be her? Why does it have to be the lady I wish I will grow up with?
“ But... if you try the therapy, you'll live longer, right”I flinched with her words knowing she is just 7 years old. I played with the fabric of my dress and faced her with a nervous smile on my face. I took a deep breath before straightening my back to came close to her. I stroked her black hair and darted my eyes on her.“You know...there are choices you are going to make and only you know why you choose that. You are still young..there's more adventures you are going to face. But I want you to...be strong. You may not understand the decisions I made, I know one day you will.. and this may be the first we talk to each other.. I hope you will never forget my name..Zoe Kathareen.” I stated.She stared at the little doll she's holding and then faced wit
“Oh gosh-is this real?”I kept on scrolling until I made myself believe it was real. It has been a week since I completed this story and yet- THERE ARE ALREADY 20,000 READS. I checked the comments they left and it touched my heartbeat. Some says that they didn't expect the ending and actually, me too.I took a deep breath and closed my laptop. I took a sip of my green tea and watched how the butterflies danced in the air, and how the blue the clouds are. After seconds of daydreaming, Tim appeared in my vision who's carrying a white box. He smiled at me when our eyes met and placed the box on the table beside me.” What's that?” I asked while he is slowly taking off the tape.“The printer.”“So..you're really serious about it, huh?”&nb
I slowly opened my eyes as the crisp of sunrays touched my face. The wall of my room is thin and I can hear murmurs from the living room. I hit the buttton in my side table to signal Miss Mia that I am already awake. After some seconds, she entered my room with her curly hair tied in a high ponytail and a wide genuine smile painted on her face. Staring at her made me left in an awe.“Rise and shine, sunshine!””Miss, you are freaking gorgeous..” I said in my hoarsy voice while she sets up my oxygen tank. She just glance at me and shake her head and continued on our morning routine.While she's combing my hair, I heard Tim's voice and Grandpa's and their voices sounds so excited. “What's going on outside?” I asked as I fixed the transparent tube being attac
“Is you-uhm..and Mom in a-uhm..-are you not in good state?” I asked Grandpa while he's arranging the flowers in Grandma's grave. “ I never heard Mom talking about you or Grandma..I'm just..curious.” I continued and unconciously run my fingers with the metal part of the wheelchair.He sat down in the green grass while hugging both of knees and playing with the petals of the flower. “ Your Mom...was mad at me before until the time you saw her in the stall..when she was 18,when your grandma died..she left me and said she wants to live her own life. I let her go but as a father, I don't want her to suffer in poverty, so I gave her one of my company-”“ Wait..what?”He gazed at me but he doesn't to be surprised at all-no single sign. “ I thought she was just a regular worker..” I stated with my hush voice. “Wait, so..you're the one who..named the company, right?” I asked aga
My hands were trembling as I slowly typed the words. I listened to a hundred of songs to make sure that I'll convey the emotions well.I typed and typed and finally reached the last two words.The End.I stared at it long enough to consume the thought that I made it this far.I read the chapter from the top and made sure there are less errors. The feeling was unexplainable. I did it. I finished the novel. I took a deep sigh of relief as I saved it and closed my laptop. I stared at the view- mountains, big trees, green valleys, the lake, children playing with their kites-a home. While enjoying the view, a van suddenly stopped in front of our house. I waited until I saw a familiar figure of someone-her dark complexion, her cury hair, and finally..her lovely face.“ Miss Mia!” I screamed making my lungs stopped working for a moment. She gave me her wides
I can't count how many times I already reread this book but everytime I do, it feels like I am reading it for the first time again. Every page gives magic and even though this novel breathes despair, and the characters are perfect but the dearest author just..killed them, I am still proud to say I am the number one fan of this 386 pages book.“ Kath! Are you done?”I didn't listen to Tim as he screamed from the garden. “Zoe Kathareen! Did you hear me well?” He shouted again.“Almost..” I replied even though only me can hear my voice.I heard his footsteps and I can feel him standing behind me. He pattes my head with his wet hands and it was freaking cold. I turned my head to him with narrowed eyes and wrinkled forehead. “ Stop it Timothy..”“Are you not sleepy?” he asked as
“Ten chapters left.” I uttered replying to Tim's question. HIs eyes went big and there was a smile that formed in his face. I give him a finger gun and scratched the bridge of my nose. I took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. “ I don't know if this is a great story... I don't feel like it's worth someone's time.” I stated while both of my hands are entagled and on top of my forehead.The smile on his face disappeared and he gave me a glare. “ What are you talking about?” he asked but I didn't respond. He went to the window sill and arranged the vases and then opened the curtain letting the light in. “ You know... not everyone can write a novel..” he uttered leaning at the wall while his legs are crossed. “People like you, who are blessed with writing skill are rare... and you should never be yourself's first hater. You may think your story is lousy it's because you already know everything about that story...how it will end or how you
I sip the smoothie Grandpa made for me. It tastes great than the ones being served in the hospital. The doctor visited me yesterday and talked with Grandpa about my condition. I also grab the opportunity to apologize for how I act the last time we saw each other. He says that it's normal for him, and he already encountered a lot of dramas like what happened to me and him. But actually, I can't look him in the eye and I know there's a litte regret in me after he left, might be the last time I'll see him.Earlier, Miss Dehlaila helped me clean and wash myself. She was so gentle of me..and the way she speak and move is very gracious. Every time our eyes meet, she always gave me her sweet smile showing her perfect white teeth. She told me that she and Miss Mia are like soulmates-they are friends since they were in their teenage years when Miss Mia has to work for her family. They worked in the same shop where Miss Dehlaila is a wait