A couple of weeks into her part-time job and school, Helen was having a private 9PM study as her custom was, when suddenly her phone rang. At first, she refused to answer the call because she had just fifteen minutes left to wrap up, and she had spent almost twenty minutes of the one hour, struggling to focus. Her thoughts had been preoccupied with things related to Alex and work. Alex, the hero who used to rescue her from boredom and give her stomach aches from laughter, was now bugging her thoughts. It wasn't all bad things, just a couple of times like six or seven days in a row when he'd refuse to speak to her, by giving excuses like he had to pay her mother a visit claiming she was unwell, but whenever Helen asked to go see her together with him, the tone with which he rejected her kind gesture was one indicating unfriendliness. Sometimes during lectures he was nowhere to be found, his attitude towards everything and everyone changed all of a sudden, causing Helen to worry.
Anyways, after a second ring of her phone, it started to vibrate, an indication that she had received a message. She reached out double tapped on the screen to check who the desperate person was, and she noticed the name 'Chris' as the name of the contact.'Sorry to disturb your sleep," the first message read.Just when she was about to text her reply, a second came through from Chris, saying, "I wanted to check up on you. Hope you good?""Heyyy.... Sup? Naughhh, wasn't sleeping, just studying till somebody thought about checking up on me. Thanks, means a lot. Hey uhm...have you any idea what's going with Alex? He's been acting strange for a while." Helen piled up her reply in one message, then clicked send, hoping to keep him busy until she finished her studies."Ohh you're studying. My bad. Okay, me and some guys will be going to take a swim where I showed you last time ND I wanted to know if you'd like to join us. It's tomorrow, four at noon.About Alex, well let's just say he's having some girlfriend troubles, he'll come around. He has an insecure girlfriend, it's a long story. Back to the swimming thing, we could make it two in one, I can show you my chef side when get to my place. In order for you not to say no, we should take no food along, I'll bring some bring cola drinks and soda." He texted.As she read, she stumbled upon the two words, standing next to each other 'girlfriend troubles', immediately she felt a sharp pain,it felt the piercing of her heart with a really sharp knife. Out of nowhere and without warning, a tear from her eyes smashed itself onto the phone's screen in a thud, what was it that she was feeling? Was this what people felt when they received the news that their close friends had potential life partners? Or was this pain it gave when they hear the news from an outsider instead of the horse's own mouth? That was betrayal right? Or this was that burning desire in her that she had been trying her best to suppress ever since that night, after Chris' birthday party when he dropped her off. That night, when he came to open the door for her and extended a hand for her to careful step out of the car, taking his hand she saw herself in a wedding dress, with the handsome Alex himself as the groom, flowers spread all around her while the guests around her shouted, joyfully with smiles all across their faces. That night, that very moment, as her first foot stepped out of the vehicle, and her eyes met his sparkling blue pair, she could tell that cor the very first time in the history this universe, time literally took a break from its course, the other side of the story that still tormented her the most, was the part where her eyes trailed down his face and ceased to continue when it got to his lips, she felt hers soften, and under a split second, they were moistened by her tongue which had no business coming to play as she bit gently yet unconsciously on her lips and began to imagine her lips and his, in a sweet brawl for dominance.All these never really happened, and yet, there she was, Helen Bookworm, studying nothing but past chapters she could've written differently. 'What if he didn't feel the same way?' she thought to herself, "fuck what ifs." He had a girlfriend along, and he never even bothered to mention her. "What kind of boyfriend is that?" She asked herself and began searching for an answer for herself. 'What if he felt the same way and didn't want his girlfriend to be on your mind Helen?' her thoughts researched yet again. "Fuck what if!" She yelled, "he betrayed me.""I'm in, can we do it a million times and more after that?" She typed, after wiping the salty water on her screen. She didn't even give herself time to decided, all she wanted at the moment, was for the messages to get to the desperate receiver on the other side, the other person who might help her get rid of the man with girlfriend troubles on her mind."Alright then!" A reply came back, "see you there. Take care your Highness."The message caused her to blush a little, thinking it was her way out, she laid her back down on the bed and closed her eyes, hoping sleep would kindly steal her away, and give her a good night rest, but then horrible thoughts began to sail here and there in her mind, that night was a gloomy one for her, instead of sleep, fair Helen cried, over and over again until the cold weather came to her aid, forcing her to sleep.Chris and Helen walked side by side, followed by a group of their friends, towards the riverside. The sun was high in the sky, and the warm breeze played with their hair as they chatted and laughed. The riverside was a beautiful spot, surrounded by trees and rocks, and the clear water sparkled invitingly. As they approached, they could hear the sound of laughter and splashing. The group of friends they were meeting was already there, jumping in and out of the water and lounging on the rocks. They greeted each other warmly and started to unpack their bags.Helen was wearing a sexy two-piece swimsuit that left little to the imagination. The top was a bright pink, and the bottom was black and high-waisted, hugging her curves perfectly. She readied the small sized camera, hanging around her neck like a tourist, then she began taking photos of the people, the rocks and the water from different angles. Chris found it difficult to take his eyes off her as she walked towards the water, h
It's never easy being the good guy, especially when it meant, not fighting to have the person you're deeply in love with. Sometimes you know that deep down, you will move heaven and earth to make him or her yours, and keep him or her happy for as long as the almighty will give you breathe. But that's where being the good guy comes in. There are sacrifices, like in Chris' case, being a man in front of Helen, and telling her "I'll be a good friend," when deep down, what your heart is craving for is not just friendship. If only people had the autocratic power to choose whom to love without the interference of the stubborn heart, we would not have to worry about the aftermath when we have been left behind to plot how we can be 'good' friends. Despite him not knowing her that much, from the first time he shook her hand and looked into her eyes at his birthday party, when Alex would not let her out of his sight, she had been the only female on his mind. Should he be the judge at a beauty co
The good book inspired by the architect and creator of the universe, but scribbled down for us by the flesh and blood which He deemed a little righteous in his sight, holds somewhere in its pages that, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens." Out of the seasons and purposes stated in that chapter's page, is found "a time to weep, and a time to laugh." If rewriting the fundamentals governing the universe were a right that were surrendered in the hands of the majority, the procurement of a survey to find out how many would change the things written on this passage would have been mouthwatering in every generation. Everyone would request its amendment."Who would want to weep? Who would want to lose a loved one? Who would hate happiness enough to choose sorrow?" Nobody. As the first semester was slowly drawing down its curtains, the unexpected was carefully but indirectly weaving its way into Helen's life.Back in Burnington, Joshua, he
On the cold Christmas Eve of 1996, in the third room on the second floor of the Saint John's hospital at Burnington Hills, approximately two minutes before the clock struck at midnight, a woman in labour, supposed to have had her child three minutes earlier, was tiring the surrounding midwives screaming "Push!", All for the reason that she wanted to have a child on Christmas Day. You see, her husband was born on the twenty-third, and she was born on the twenty-fourth, so she wanted her first child, or perhaps her only child to be born on Christmas Day. Her husband was not supportive of the idea, but he stood beside her anyway, holding her hand throughout the five minutes of her stubbornness. Finally, when the bells of the church right opposite the hospital began to chime, she gave in to cooperate with the midwives and had her baby girl, an infant clothed with beauty. But just as stubbornness always come with a price, her baby made no sound of a cry like a baby should when it's brought
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Thursday strolled in gently with smiling faces all-over the schools campus. The gossip on every lip was the early morning announcement that there will be a picnic in two days. Even though the date for the picnic gave less time for preparation, it was warmly embraced by the students who wanted some refreshing time to interact with nature. Initially, the picnic was meant for the fifth and sixth graders, since they were thought of as a little more responsible than the ones below them and would not be a burden. However, that year's was reshuffled a little bit. The fifth and sixth graders were informed at a much earlier date to help them prepare, and the third and fourth were delayed in order to prevent them from joining in multitudes. During recess, students spread out on the playground, engaging in all manner of activities they could think of, making sure they stayed "seven meters away from the old well at the edge of the playground", like the principal had asked them to. Just as rules we
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Sunday morning had come, and the breakfast table was set with an array of delicious food that Mrs. Wilson had prepared while Helen slept. Her parents had agreed to her sleeping over at Mrs. Wilson's the night before, and she was expected to be home before Monday morning. The aroma was all-over the place, and even succeeded in slithering down Helen's nostrils and into the dream she was having about a unicorn. She sprang up with much adrenaline, and with calculated soundless steps, hid behind the door to observe Mrs. Wilson, humming her favourite song as she set the table for breakfast."Why do I get the feeling that somebody is watching me from a different helenverse?" Mrs. Wilson joked when she heard Helen mistakenly make a sound.Helen walked up gently towards her, and as she gave her a hug and greeted "Good morning", Mrs. Wilson noticed how much her focus was on the meal set on the table, "Ah, ah, ah," she said "Not until you try out the new brush I bought for you."The little girl s