Amaya Sayuri
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Time passed by and nothing in particular happened, it didn?t even rain. Too bad I couldn?t ask bro a while back, those girls do know how to look menacing if they want to; maybe before club starts I could ask bro.
Now it was almost time for clubs, I turned and was ?bout to ask bro when I saw the same boy this morning, out in the fields looking my way, just then the bell rang; ?hey sis want to go somewhere after clubs?? bro asked, ?huh? Oh yeah. I wanna go to the same caf? we went before? I said looking at bro again. Good thing bro asked me
I looked out the window once more but he was gone ?sure, meet me later by the gates ok? bro said standing up, I just nodded my head.
We had chosen different clubs; he was into basketball and I was into arts that are the reason why we decided to have separate clubs and just meet up afterwards; we then went our separate ways; when I got to my club room, no one was there; even the teacher was gone. I looked out the window, bro was out in the fields practicing his shooting, he was against their coach or as they call him, club president.
He was really good, though he?s over 30, never thought someone old like him used to be basketball MVP; but that?s history, today bro is our school MVP.
I smiled by the thought, bro really is amazing. I now turned back to this empty room where I stand; maybe they aren?t coming anymore, they always miss club activities anyways, I guess that was the only reason they chose arts club.
Now where did I left my sketchpad, I thought looking for it; I found it by the window, strange I knew I never left it here, someone must have used it, one by one I checked the pages making sure no one did used it ?nothing? I guess?
When I got to the last page; so someone did used it. It was a wonderful sketch of a hilltop near a village, there was also two little kids sitting next to each other, smiling, looking at the petals that were floating in the air.
This sketch? so familiar, just like my dream, yet it feels different in a way. I tried looking for a signature ?so? no one signed it? that?s it, I thought realizing that these kids in the drawing were younger, maybe 3 or 4. But it really does look like my dream.
*knock* *knock* I heard someone knocking on the door; I turned and saw that it was Kara, ?hey, what?re you doing here? Don?t you have your own club?? ?Hmm? nothing really, and I still don?t have any club? she said inspecting my club room as she went in.
?Oh, what?s that?? she asked seeing the sketch; I was holding ?this?? I asked holding up the sketch ?someone else drew it, don?t know who though? I said stating the truth, surely I would want to know who drew it.
?Really, then could you draw something like that?? she asked me curious now ?I guess?? I said taking my pencil out.
I wasn?t a better artist than bro; he could make anything I draw look better and I don?t have any confidence in my skills, not like him, being confident in everything.
It was the first time someone watched me draw, and in the end, it did looked great, better than any other sketches I did; It was another scene in my dream; the one where the sun was rising in the horizon, I drew the angle same as in my dream, though I tried to draw the boy, I couldn?t seem to remember his face.
?Nice?? she said smiling, quite amused with my drawing; the bell then rang, it startled me. ?Huh? What?? I asked confused, she laughed ?you were so into your drawing that you didn?t notice time?? I just laughed a nervous laugh, it really was so embarrassing.
Her laugh was fading now ?its okay, I totally understand, it?s just the same as when I play my violin? she said, so she doesn?t think that I?m weird or much less crazy being like that? Normally people call me freak if they knew that.
I was now staring at her, don?t know why but she really does understand huh? She then looked at her clock ?aw, got to go, someone?s waiting for me, see ya? she said as she waved then walked off.
?That?s right! I almost forgot ?bout bro!? I said shouting then dashing off to the gates, still holding my sketchpad. Panting when I reached him, I stopped to catch my breath, breathing hard I asked ?you waited long?? he smiled the replied ?no, just got here, come on?
I stood straight trying to fix my wrinkled clothes and that?s when bro noticed ?what are you going to do with that?? he asked pointing to my sketchpad ?oh? I forgot to leave it at the club room?? I said just realizing I brought it along with me.
?Its fine and we?re going to grandma?s tom.? He said not minding my sketchpad as I put it in the basket; the one placed in front of my bike.
?Where?s that?? I asked not remembering that I have been there before ?don?t you remember? We used to go there when we were young; you even played with this kid that lived near ours? he said thinking a lot ?really? But I don?t remember anything? I said still having no idea.
?Well you two were really close? most of the time, both of you would go off somewhere then come back really late or by the next day? whenever we asked you where you went you?ll just say ?its our secret so I can?t tell you? you really were stubborn on keeping it a secret?? bro said while having a face that says: I don?t like him and you two ended up having a secret without me knowing.
Must be a touch? subject for him, but I still want to know more ?what?s his name?? I asked curiously, if bro doesn?t like him surely he would remember, but all he said was ?I can?t remember, but he really did had bad family relationships, it always make me think that that was the reason you two get along fine??
I don?t remember anything? but surely bro will ?then do you know why I can?t remember?? bro then stopped mid-track with his bike then got all stiff ?no, sorry, I think it happened when you were with him? one night you just got back crying and bleeding so much, you even got hospitalized? bro answered looking really pained. ??? I just kept quiet until we made it to the caf?. Maybe that?s why bro doesn?t like to talk bout it?
When we got there, I was the one who looked for the seats while bro paid for everything; he sure did remember my favorite (chocolate creme, pasta and with or without fries) while he still ordered his favorite (vanilla creme and a burger) but for today there was salad.
This caf? sure is the best not just latte but also snacks, there?s even computers if you want to. Just pay 3 bucks for an hr.
I thought ?bout what bro said a while ago, so I decided to explore once I get there, but why are we going there? ?Bro?? I started as I chewed on some fries ?yeah?? he asked trying the salad
?Why are we going to granny?s house?? I asked ?just some family reunion, you can do whatever you want, if fine? he asked really liking the salad.
?Okay, then wanna play basketball?? I asked again ?with you?? he asked back surprise, well normally he was the one who always ask ?not just me, also with Kara and her brother? I said, well it wasn?t my idea ?yeah sure, and try the salad it does taste great like they said? he does like it now huh? ?Sure, thanks? I said taking a bit as well, mm it does taste great for a salad.
We got home by 5:10 mom and dad aren?t home yet just like any other night, we said our goodnight then went to bed. It was colder tonight, it even rained hard.
Now it was almost time for clubs, I turned and was ?bout to ask bro when I saw the same boy this morning, out in the fields looking my way, just then the bell rang; ?hey sis want to go somewhere after clubs?? bro asked, ?huh? Oh yeah. I wanna go to the same caf? we went before? I said looking at bro again. Good thing bro asked me
I looked out the window once more but he was gone ?sure, meet me later by the gates ok? bro said standing up, I just nodded my head.
We had chosen different clubs; he was into basketball and I was into arts that are the reason why we decided to have separate clubs and just meet up afterwards; we then went our separate ways; when I got to my club room, no one was there; even the teacher was gone. I looked out the window, bro was out in the fields practicing his shooting, he was against their coach or as they call him, club president.
He was really good, though he?s over 30, never thought someone old like him used to be basketball MVP; but that?s history, today bro is our school MVP.
I smiled by the thought, bro really is amazing. I now turned back to this empty room where I stand; maybe they aren?t coming anymore, they always miss club activities anyways, I guess that was the only reason they chose arts club.
Now where did I left my sketchpad, I thought looking for it; I found it by the window, strange I knew I never left it here, someone must have used it, one by one I checked the pages making sure no one did used it ?nothing? I guess?
When I got to the last page; so someone did used it. It was a wonderful sketch of a hilltop near a village, there was also two little kids sitting next to each other, smiling, looking at the petals that were floating in the air.
This sketch? so familiar, just like my dream, yet it feels different in a way. I tried looking for a signature ?so? no one signed it? that?s it, I thought realizing that these kids in the drawing were younger, maybe 3 or 4. But it really does look like my dream.
*knock* *knock* I heard someone knocking on the door; I turned and saw that it was Kara, ?hey, what?re you doing here? Don?t you have your own club?? ?Hmm? nothing really, and I still don?t have any club? she said inspecting my club room as she went in.
?Oh, what?s that?? she asked seeing the sketch; I was holding ?this?? I asked holding up the sketch ?someone else drew it, don?t know who though? I said stating the truth, surely I would want to know who drew it.
?Really, then could you draw something like that?? she asked me curious now ?I guess?? I said taking my pencil out.
I wasn?t a better artist than bro; he could make anything I draw look better and I don?t have any confidence in my skills, not like him, being confident in everything.
It was the first time someone watched me draw, and in the end, it did looked great, better than any other sketches I did; It was another scene in my dream; the one where the sun was rising in the horizon, I drew the angle same as in my dream, though I tried to draw the boy, I couldn?t seem to remember his face.
?Nice?? she said smiling, quite amused with my drawing; the bell then rang, it startled me. ?Huh? What?? I asked confused, she laughed ?you were so into your drawing that you didn?t notice time?? I just laughed a nervous laugh, it really was so embarrassing.
Her laugh was fading now ?its okay, I totally understand, it?s just the same as when I play my violin? she said, so she doesn?t think that I?m weird or much less crazy being like that? Normally people call me freak if they knew that.
I was now staring at her, don?t know why but she really does understand huh? She then looked at her clock ?aw, got to go, someone?s waiting for me, see ya? she said as she waved then walked off.
?That?s right! I almost forgot ?bout bro!? I said shouting then dashing off to the gates, still holding my sketchpad. Panting when I reached him, I stopped to catch my breath, breathing hard I asked ?you waited long?? he smiled the replied ?no, just got here, come on?
I stood straight trying to fix my wrinkled clothes and that?s when bro noticed ?what are you going to do with that?? he asked pointing to my sketchpad ?oh? I forgot to leave it at the club room?? I said just realizing I brought it along with me.
?Its fine and we?re going to grandma?s tom.? He said not minding my sketchpad as I put it in the basket; the one placed in front of my bike.
?Where?s that?? I asked not remembering that I have been there before ?don?t you remember? We used to go there when we were young; you even played with this kid that lived near ours? he said thinking a lot ?really? But I don?t remember anything? I said still having no idea.
?Well you two were really close? most of the time, both of you would go off somewhere then come back really late or by the next day? whenever we asked you where you went you?ll just say ?its our secret so I can?t tell you? you really were stubborn on keeping it a secret?? bro said while having a face that says: I don?t like him and you two ended up having a secret without me knowing.
Must be a touch? subject for him, but I still want to know more ?what?s his name?? I asked curiously, if bro doesn?t like him surely he would remember, but all he said was ?I can?t remember, but he really did had bad family relationships, it always make me think that that was the reason you two get along fine??
I don?t remember anything? but surely bro will ?then do you know why I can?t remember?? bro then stopped mid-track with his bike then got all stiff ?no, sorry, I think it happened when you were with him? one night you just got back crying and bleeding so much, you even got hospitalized? bro answered looking really pained. ??? I just kept quiet until we made it to the caf?. Maybe that?s why bro doesn?t like to talk bout it?
When we got there, I was the one who looked for the seats while bro paid for everything; he sure did remember my favorite (chocolate creme, pasta and with or without fries) while he still ordered his favorite (vanilla creme and a burger) but for today there was salad.
This caf? sure is the best not just latte but also snacks, there?s even computers if you want to. Just pay 3 bucks for an hr.
I thought ?bout what bro said a while ago, so I decided to explore once I get there, but why are we going there? ?Bro?? I started as I chewed on some fries ?yeah?? he asked trying the salad
?Why are we going to granny?s house?? I asked ?just some family reunion, you can do whatever you want, if fine? he asked really liking the salad.
?Okay, then wanna play basketball?? I asked again ?with you?? he asked back surprise, well normally he was the one who always ask ?not just me, also with Kara and her brother? I said, well it wasn?t my idea ?yeah sure, and try the salad it does taste great like they said? he does like it now huh? ?Sure, thanks? I said taking a bit as well, mm it does taste great for a salad.
We got home by 5:10 mom and dad aren?t home yet just like any other night, we said our goodnight then went to bed. It was colder tonight, it even rained hard.
