When We Collide √

chapter 5

I stomped out of the wide corridor that joined the the soccer pitch and the school premises and headed for the administration block I checked my watch

It was fucking 7:30 time does fly ......apparently....

Ever since my mum died I felt as though my life was one slow sad song and to make matters worse it had been put to slow motion ...time never passed by until today

Today might have been the most exhilarating moment of my life I mean I just left the leader of the cheer leading squad dumbfounded and literally shouted at her face . I still felt the need to shove a stick up her ass but the reaction on her face when I told her the Obama remark was priceless but I wasn't in the mood for laughing my lungs out

I walked along the dark path to my home feeling the rustling of leaves and the cool night breeze that helped in cooling my temper .

I finally veered to our street and walked a couple metres before reaching our wooden gate ....and pushed it open....I could smell the tempting aroma from the front porch ....

Damn I was hungry after all that confrontation and shouting I needed food

My best part of the day was going on long walks to the kitchen and holding hands with the fridge ....such romantic moments that swell your heart up

I entered the room and removed my combat boots ....I had even forgotten the pain they were causing during the few moments that I had not been 'myself'....I needed new ones and with that I reminded myself to get a job

"Rae is that you "

I heard my aunt's loud voice from the kitchen

"I'm making dinner why don't you go freshen up and then come help me ...I'm making your favourite ...fried rice with chicken curry ....I even think it's an African dish ....had to Google the ingredients ......"

She kept battering about an ingredient that she thinks is only found in Africa but I was long gone and was already in my room .......which I considered my humble abode it was the safe haven for me on this earth. I had lived and slept in that room almost my entire life

Well almost....since third grade

I looked at my clothes that were strewn along the hardwood floor and then at the cherry wood bookshelf near the window .....it was full with books ....not arranged of course .....not that I'm bursting my future husband's bubble......whoever the unfortunate sod would be ....... But I'm a messy girl unlike my mum who wanted everything to perfection .....yes I was neat in school work and I was a fucking clean freak but I was just messy .....my room often had clothes strewn on the floor at most times due to my lack of time management in the morning hours and my bookshelf had books arranged in all types of manner

Crooked ....horizontal ...vertical ...you name it but if I was to get married to anything in this world it would be a book ....a classic novel perhaps.....Wuthering heights maybe .......or perhaps Romeo and Julliet .....I imagined paradise as a library and getting lost in a good classic novel made me forget the harsh reality and I often dissolved into the characters' world .......their own problems being a tainted glass that slightly hid my own predicaments that were actually reality and for a moment I pictured life at their point of view and tried to forget my own stained life

I picked up the strewn pieces of clothing on my floor and headed for my bookshelf .....I took one book in particular .......the fault in our stars ....the book made me cry and still makes me cry every time I read it I have to admit that it's my favourite book well other than Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen .The book to me was so inspiring and I often pictured myself as Hazel Grace the main character..... She was on the verge of dying yet one person made her life instantly turn upside down upon meeting him ....but sadly in my story there is no Augustus Waters to turn my life around

I touched the book and felt lost in it and I hadn't even started reading it for the upteenth time probably....it looked warn out due to being read many times.... there were at least a million highlighted parts of my best quotes in the book and yet I still felt the need to keep reading it

Maybe I should put on my death will that I be buried together with the book so that I won't be too lonely ...I mean.... my whole life my companions had been books and they had always been loyal more loyal than real friends well apart from Kait

Oh Kait ...right she still fucking exists ......

I wanted to call her and tell her everything that had happened in the past hour but I was too tired and hungry .....I took my phone from my pocket .....it wasn't the best of phones .....it had been a gift from my grandmother who apparently wanted me to 'socialise more with people'

But damn it this old people they think we are still in the fucking stone age I mean ....the old folk bought me a much lesser version compared to what every other typical American kid has ....an iPhone 7s while I was stuck with an iPhone 6....that's two versions lesser thanks a lot grandma

Maybe by getting a new job I might get enough money to buy a new phone nevertheless I appreciate the effort she made come to think of it I wouldn't even be having a phone right now if it wasn't for her

Grandma wherever you are rest in peace even though I knew you never approved of my existence

And with that thought of my grandma's disapproval of my very existence still lingering in my mind I proceeded to the bathroom .