A teenage girl searching for something she never knew about found herself beside her grandparents and there she heard about the love story of her grannies and parents which makes her wonder about hers. And then after, she found out that the guy who calls her by a color nickname was actually in love with her since their childhood. She found a box of unsent letters from their childhood days which says,
View More“Her soul is close to Jheval. You have to get rid of Jheval before she breaks the barrier and consumes our Scarlett. She is not only after Scarlett’s soul but also to the hearts of the Azarique Rocks.” “What? Well that explains why the remaining rocks didn’t move. They knew that Jheval is also gonna get their souls.” “Not their souls but their hearts. Azarique Rocks don’t have souls but they have hearts. And their hearts are precious stones like emeralds, diamonds, ruby, etcetera...including pearls. “How am I gonna save something I can’t even see? If I can’t see her, I won’t be able to save her from Jheval.” “You can’t but Helena can.” He says and Helena barks happily wagging her tail. I placed Grandpa Martes in the pocket of my chest and held on Helena’s fur. We flew outside the barrier and Abuelito Kiko suddenly jumped but he didn’t fell, his feet stepped on the barrier and so, me and Helena grabbed Miss Mata and Rasmiah from Jheval’s dark tornado. Miss Mata was panting when she
I couldn’t imagine living a life somewhere else where there’s no Scarlett Sun I could stare at. Although as we grew older I noticed the changes with her, she’s still that girl I fell in love with since childhood. I never had the class as hers but I had someone I paid to look after her during their class. Patricia, the class president of their classroom, whom I happened to know was begging for the teachers to give her something to do in exchange for some payment and no one gave her offers. So, I placed an anonymous letter in her locker where I wrote my job offer and since then, no one bullies Scarlett anymore for there’s a beautiful girl who’s always got her back and becomes a roaring lion when the bullies tries to mess with Scarlett.After the high school days, Patricia left a note pasted on her locker saying how thankful
I, Mike Bishung Loret, 19, the boy who grew up parentless but never felt alone because Scarlett’s Grandparents were there to raised me. After my mother and father’s divorce, I was left in my grandparents’ house where I was raised until I turned six when they died. My Aunties took me after the funeral but I never felt at home in their houses. So, I left a letter before I ran away so they won’t follow me or maybe get worried. I didn’t knew where else to go that time, I was only an eight year old kid who knew nothing about the world. But one thing in my mind was Mr. and Mrs. De Luna, Scarlett’s grandparents, a friend of my grandparents. The only place I was certain of going was the house across Scarlett’s home——the house of my grandparents. It’s a small one unlike Scarlett’s but it’s a big world to me. It’s where my grandparents brought me after my parents fought over having an affair when both of them does have it. Then since three years old, I’ve known Scarlett although back then I w
Lying on the floor near a window with my bag beside me, I was sleeping on my left side facing the wooden wall and for the first bedtime in my seventeen years, I was not being clothed with a blanket. Just a pajama and a long sleeved night gown. Mike was on his knees on the floor waking me up from my deep sleep and somehow I manage to open mine eyes after some sort of style he remembered from our childhood days. “Strawberry! Strawberry!” He whispers while holding my shoulder and elbow as I was lying on my left side for stomach purposes, he was shaking my body but I was half awake that time. So, to make sure I’m gonna wake up for a hundred percent, he tickles my waist and I immediately lifted up my body to sit down. My head hurts a bit for I rushed to take a seat when it is not really good for the human body when you just woke up. I slapped his face when my eyes caught that it was him who made me get up from my wonderful dream world. He put a finger on his closed mouth, shushing me not
We greet everyone ‘good morning’ whenever we meet them alive when the sun shines in the morning, but would you greet people a good morning if someone just died beside them? The noise of the people around waken me up, most of them are sobbing that makes me cry too. It’s just so sad to hear them cry like it’s the end of the world. There’s no Mike beside me, no trace of him too. People are gathering, making a circle and sobbing together. The pirate-like crews were standing on the edge of the ship with their heads bowed down and tears escaping from their one eye, hugging their black pirate cap. I’m scared to know who died but I went closer to the gathering and to my painful surprise, I saw Grandma holding Grandpa Martes’ dead body sobbing and murmuring sentences we couldn’t clearly understand. I sat on the floor beside Grandma and hugged her. I couldn’t dare to look at Grandpa’s dead body so I closed my eyes but even how closed it is, tears came out like the waters in a river th
“What? What happened to the coffee shop?” Grandma worriedly asked, quickly went closer to Grandpa. I heard noises from the outside like people are arguing, shouting and children are crying and screaming. I went closer to the window behind me and opened the blinds a little to see what is happening down there and I saw unfamiliar cars that seems owned by rich people wearing sun glasses and wearing tuxedos. A big guy holding a mega phone saying something like a warning that people around the coffee shop are stayin’ back. I heard Grandpa say, “Sugar, come on! There’s no time!” he hurriedly said from the outside of the room while he’s locking a big suitcase. I said to myself, “But what about me?” and Grandma came closer to me saying, “If anything happens, go to Coffee. He know what to do.” “Who’s Coffee?” I asked, blinking my eyes twice as usual because I don’t know any one whose name is Coffee and who the poop would name their child as Coffee?
I woke up and checked the time, 04:16am. I can hear Grandpa snoring. I looked at both of them and now they're making me jealous with that morning moment. Hugging while sleeping. I never saw mom and dad did that. I'm jealous with Ben Carter's parents, also my neighbor who are sweet as Grandma and Grandpa, it's just Ben's parents fights a lot and my grandparents don't. I get up and went to the kitchen tip toed so I won't wake them up this early. I scanned the fridge and found lots and lots of strawberries. I took a bowl of it, placed on the table and sat thinking about when would mom and dad come home? And or are they still coming home? I ate strawberries, chewed it like it's the first time I tasted it. The moment of morning silence is making me sad, so I went to my car and took my bags. I just walked like I know it wasn't locked and yeah it wasn't. I guess Grandpa wants me to feel at home like I always do. I arranged the things I brought to my room. Eve
I came out of the car and out of nowhere I heard a voice I was craving to hear since I was a kid. "Strawberry!?" Grandma shockingly called from somewhere above. I looked around to search where she is and when I looked up beside the building of the coffee shop, "Grandma? What are you doing up there?" I whispered asking in case if the people sleeping in the bences beside the trees around would wake up. And grandma turned around to get down. I'm surprised to see Grandma still awake at this hour and felt weirdness to see her up there in the new building. I felt overwhelmed, seeing a new building beside my grandparents' coffee shop. Now grandma is walking towards me, wearing that sweet as ever curve called smile. "You didn't call you were coming over. What happened, why are you crying?" she asked worriedly as she walked closer. "Grandma," I sniffed trying to find what words am I gonna say. "Yes baby Strawberry?" sh
Early in the morning the heavy rain finally stopped. I woke up feeling ill but I managed to get up and went to down stairs since I made the attic as my room. While walking down, I braided my long white hair into a fish tail style while thinking deeply why everything seems so weird. My Father stopped coming home, my mom too. My dog Furry died and now I’m all alone in this big shining shimmering splendid house nana na nana na na with the picture frames of the people I wish to be here to join me watch movies at night while eating caramel puffs. I also noticed that my cousins stopped visiting me. They used to come over every weekends to eat different kinds of fruits because they know I always have a basket of those in my room and they visit to try competing with me in painting which they never succeed of doing. ______________________________________ I thought before the sun goes to sleep, everything’s gonna be alright like how it used to be but maybe this is the reason why there are tomo
Early in the morning the heavy rain finally stopped. I woke up feeling ill but I managed to get up and went to down stairs since I made the attic as my room. While walking down, I braided my long white hair into a fish tail style while thinking deeply why everything seems so weird. My Father stopped coming home, my mom too. My dog Furry died and now I’m all alone in this big shining shimmering splendid house nana na nana na na with the picture frames of the people I wish to be here to join me watch movies at night while eating caramel puffs. I also noticed that my cousins stopped visiting me. They used to come over every weekends to eat different kinds of fruits because they know I always have a basket of those in my room and they visit to try competing with me in painting which they never succeed of doing. ______________________________________ I thought before the sun goes to sleep, everything’s gonna be alright like how it used to be but maybe this is the reason why there are tomo...
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