After my encounter with Betty and the three Musketeers, I wobbled towards my cot, climbed the steps and laid down on the soft mattress. Since my stomach is still filled with roasted chicken, I didn't bother to ask for my dinner. Who needs grubs when my stomach is filled with toasted meat?'Let then give that to some hungry kids,' I murmured to myself, close my eyes and was lost in thought.Whenever I am alone, I am always bedevilled in my mind with the memory of my past life. At last, I wish I had acted otherwise. Perhaps, if I had been a little bit kind, more loving, extra-religious, and less glamorous. Maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this pitiable condition. As a celebrity, I had spent an active life, devoid of time for frivolity, and never bother about my spiritual life. I don't believe in giving to the needy, have no pity towards my fellow human, and see anyone poor as a lazy fellow. 'The world is filled with different opportunities to make money, so if you aren't making it
My experience in my previous life made me realise that only trained and hardened criminals will be able to look into your eyes, even when they are lying. And the inability of Agatha to look me in the eyes the following day made me realise that she had also betrayed me.After long hours of avoiding me, I caught her chatting with Alicia and Betty, walked closer to her and mumbled, "hi, Agatha. Can we have a private chat?""Em... As you can see, I am busy with my colleagues. Maybe you should come back or say it out loud.""That's not the best way to treat a friend. Especially a best friend. But never mind, just tell me if you hear from Paul or not.""I didn't hear from him," Agatha let out. "Are you sure?" I asked back. "My mind tells me that you have already collected the chickens and eaten them... That's a cruel way to treat a pal."Before Agatha respond, Betty stepped closer to me and asked, "who is your pal?.. Agatha? Oh no, Jasmine. She is just using you like the rest of us.""Sto
Agatha didn't bring me more chicken as she promised. Rather, she keeps avoiding me. Since I don't care, I ignored her and the rest of the nuns, spend my days on the grassland, and never bothered to make a friend with any of the orphans. After what seemed like weeks of living a lonely life, I eat my grub which keeps reducing as I grow older, took some glass of juice, stepped out of the orphanage hall, and then walked toward my sanctuary. "Hey, come here, Ugly face," one of the bullies of the orphanage shouted at me and then waves his hand as a sign for me to walk close to them. Since I am not in the mood for chit-chat. I ignored them, hissed and change the direction of my movement. A moment later, the three of them raced closer and stood in my front. "Johnny. I don't have the time for your pranks this morning, please excuse me.""Stay there, Ugly-face. We have some questions to ask you," Benny announced. "What questions?""Where did you see the chickens, sweet and biscuit that we
"We heard you get adopted, and the driver of your new family is on the way to pick you up.""Oh, What a lucky baby!""Hey, Alicia. Did you hear that his foster parents were rich and influential?""Geez! How lucky you are, Jasmine.""Let him breathe. All of you are now acting like his friend because of his good fortune.""Enough, Betty. We all know you are his greatest adversary."I watched as the nuns fussed over me, smiled when they all struggled to dress me up, and then sighed when Betty carried me like a crate of eggs, hurried out of our washroom, and caresses me as she walked towards Mother Maggie's section of the villa. "Put me down and let me work with my legs. Why are you treating me like fragile materials?"Betty ignored my pleading, and with her free hand, she jerked Mother Maggie's office door open and stepped inside. "Here he is, Mother. Don't he look cute?""He sure did. You can seat down, Betty," Mothed Maggie mumbled. She stretched her hand towards a young, good-lookin
'Boom.' 'Where am I?' The room was painted white, the roof made with a white POP, and the floor perfected with impeccable white tiles. And when I caught sight of the white bed cover, white duvet, and my white nightgown, I burst into tears. 'Where am I?' Despite achieving my task, the system had betrayed me, and now I am dead and back in heaven. 'Of course, that is the only reasonable explanation -. But wait, how did I die?' I hopped down from the bed, walked towards a white-framed standing mirror, and then gawked at the image standing in my front. 'Oh my gosh! I am not dead." From my experience during my time in the gathering of the dead and purgatory, I discovered that the soul of a human doesn't possess a human shape, but looks like a ball of light. Luckily for me, the image before I possessed an oblong shape head, big golden eyeballs and a weird-shaped mouth. 'If I am not dead, then where am I?' I frown, put my right folded palm on my chin and look lost in thought. 'I w
After failing to find her among the new intake of the high schools in Barbados, I decided to track her through her phone number. It was an easy trick. One that I had done several times in my previous life. All I need to do is to send a spam message to her line, and the moment she opened it, her location will be visible to me. Unlucky for me, I don't have her phone number, and worse of all, I don't have a phone. Realizing that I will have to wait until Nana comes back, I stood up and went to my room, and I was enjoying the breeze from the Air Conditioner as I lay on my king-size bed.Perhaps the system senses my restlessness or just a sheer coincidence, I was surprised when the circle of light appeared beside me, and the automated voice boomed out."Host found, merging activated... I checked for hours before finding you. Barbados is such a large city.""Sorry, pal. I was about to summon you when you appeared. I hope finding me is not much trouble for you.""Yes it is, but never mind.
The following day was the worst since I was born, torn between my loyalty to my new family, and my dependency on the system, I was unable to decide my next step of action. 'How will I get the documents needed to convict Brown for exploiting and using illegal immigrants?' I asked myself aloud and then moaned softly when I realized that no answer is forthcoming. I wish I can eat my cake and still have it. I want to achieve the special mission, and then save my family from the impending shame and punishment.Realising I have to forgo one for the other, I sighed, shrugged and shakes my head at my resolution. I have no choice but to stand for truth and fairness. If Brown had been using illegal immigrants, then he must be punished for his crime. My emotions can stay aside. I was lost in thought through the daytime, and my wandering mind denied me the pleasure of sleep afterwards. As soon as the sun peeked in the sky, I leapt out of my bed, stepped out of my room and arrived at Brown and
Thinking about Alice and her mysterious disappearance robbed me of a well-deserved night of rest, and it was when the day is about to break that I finally drifted to the dream world. As usual, my dreams were filled with demons and hell, and I woke up with a scream and a horrific look. "Good morning, Jasmine. You must have been dreaming."I opened my eyes, smiled to welcome my foster mother, and then rolled to the edge of the bed and let out, "Yes, Nana. I was having a bad nightmare. Is it daybreak already?"Nana giggled, pointed at the reflective sliding glass and let out, "Stand up lazy bone. The sun is about to come out.""Ouch. I feel weak and exhausted," I muttered, stretched my arms and yawned out loud. "Where is Brown?""He is getting dressed up for work, and he will be going without me.""Why is he in a hurry? You always drive out at the same time.""Yes, Jasmine. I have a presentation at a university in another state, and then another presentation at a seminar. I won't be bac