Forgetting you, ninja choco [books for 6 year olds to read themselves .txt] 📗

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

The orange A4 sized envelope arrived a few days after the funeral. I hadn’t gone to school for quite some time but I had a valid excuse so I was pardoned. Now I stood in the living room, holding the thick paper which encased everything before nervously tearing into it.

 

Papers clattered to the floor in one big heap and I quickly fell to my knees, the cool marble floor pressing against my jeans. I tried to gather all the fallen pieces, trying to get some sense of order back. It was like my life at that moment. Scattered in a pile of distress.

After I had gathered all the papers in my hands, I placed them on the counter and began scanning through them. My pale green eyes focusing on words such as ‘sell the house, ‘move’, ‘new’ and ‘life’. Can this opportunity really give me a new life? Can it really change and save me? I doubted anything can potentially do that, and so I held the ticket numbly in my palm, its words blinking at me suggestively.

 

“I love planes” the boy said as he held onto his sister’s hand and watched the jet fly above their house.

 

The clock chimed midnight and I swept the papers back into the packet. I had gone through them thoroughly and I was slightly impressed by the detail they expressed. Apparently mum had placed the house on the market and already had a potential buyer. It was too sell for at least 700,000 dollars. Mum had also organized my withdrawal to Atlanta where my aunty lived with her husband and two kids. I was to live amongst them in the old room that used to occupy the eldest sibling. If I remember correctly the room was painted a pale blue and had stickers stuck on the walls. It was also determined that I would attend the same school as them and a picture was sent for reference.

The building had white pillars at the front and the roof looked like it stood ten stories high. The grass stretched over the front and to the side of the picture I viewed what looked like an arena.

 

And on a sticky note she wrote to me in her cursive writing that I would leave in three days’ time. It apparently gave me enough time to pack the most important of items as the rest would be sold. My table, my drawers, my cupboard and my bed were all going to be given away to a stranger.

 

A breath escaped my lips and I gave a breathy sign. Standing up I walked to the coach and dropped into it, before switching on the TV. The screen zoned into the midnight show, which basically made fun and humiliated everything in the world. I watched as the faces lit up with happiness and the people danced across the screen.

 

Then my eyes were feeling droopy and I felt the remote fall limply to the floor as I went into the depths of the dream world.

 

Cries filled the air as whipping noises resounded throughout. Inside a room a girl was getting whipped by her father for a petty reason. She had eaten before him and he had found out, though how is a mystery. The girl was hungry due to the reason that she hadn’t eaten in a few days. She had felt powerful when she could finally control something in her messed up life. Though the starvation had been too much and she had nearly collapsed with fatigue. The pain in her stomach ripping and shredding her insides.

 

 “You have no control over what the other guy does. You only have control over what you do.” ― A. J. Kitt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

There are moments in life where you feel so tiny and insignificant like an ant or a passing wind. Where you just want to grab onto your mummy and hide your face in her neck too block out the world. You just want to block out to harsh reality and turn a blind eye, you want remain blissful to the adult world.

 

I looked out and stared at the land bellow. It stretched out and seemed to go on forever till it peeked over the horizon. The clouds were lushes and bloomed like white fairy floss, the moon glowing and smiling down upon the land with its gentle caress. The glass was cool against my fingers and I watched fascinated as the lights winked signally people’s existence beneath. People who didn’t know that I was up here, watching them as they lived sheltered lives. 

 

“Please fasten your seatbelts” a voice rang out throughout the partially deserted cabin. It had only the odd business man who sat typing furiously at his computer, a permanent frown etched onto their face. “We about to land in Atlanta…” I zoned out as the voice continued in a monotonous speech, its dialogue practiced and refined throughout the years.

 

The plane shuddered as it descended towards the ground, the tarmac surface rushing towards us and my stomach dropped south. I clutched the hand rest and shifting nervously I shut my eyes…

Breath in, breath out...

 

It was quiet and peaceful for a moment as we were suspended between the air and the floor. Our breathing the only noise with the harsh sliding of the chairs surface. Then gravity wrapped its hand across the planes body and tugged harshly and the impact of the touch down sent me spiraling up slightly.

 

When we came to a standstill in front of the terminal I signed with relief and waited for the lights to blink off. The voice came back through the static and thanked us for travelling with them as I stood up and stretched for my single bag. In it I had securely packed a large amount of photo albums and a few articles of clothing from my dad and brother. I wanted to keep them with me as I travelled. To be honest, those last few days I had to myself to pack, I had totally discarded the list and took everything I deemed worthy. Like my IPod, underwear, and some worn and washed out shirts and jeans. My mum had sent me a new phone with a beautiful sleek touch screen and a pair of black earphones as an apology of some sort.

 

I checked the watch which hung around my hand and for the 100th time admired its loveliness. It belonged to my father and he had received it from my brother and I for father’s day. His face had been filled with utter joy as mum snapped quick photos with her digital pink camera. We had all laughed that day.

 

There were only two precious things I carried with me. The golden cross and the watch which belonged to my most dearest. Not even the phone and expensive earphones could begin to cover its value.

Walking out into the empty terminal I cast a speculative look around. No one was there and the lights glowed a path towards the exit. Walking in the direction of what I hoped was the exit I rolled the brown bag behind me, the wheels sliding smoothly against the pale splotchy floor.

 

“One day” the boy said, “we’ll go somewhere. Just the two of us, without mum and dad”. He turned towards his sister and she looked at him through wide eyes. “I don’t want to. I’m too scared…” Her brother grinned at her and held her hand as he climbed onto the tree trunk, the sun glistening of his blonde hair and casting a halo around his face. “I’ll be there to protect you…”

 

The tanned lady scanned the passport before typing something with her long red nails. Her black hair tied back in a messy bun and sitting atop of her head and her fringe falling in her eyes. She passed to booklet back to me and forced a tight and tired smile. “Welcome to Atlanta, please enjoy your stay” she said in a practiced and clipped voice. I nodded my head in acknowledgment and began the long trek towards the train which would carry me too the baggage pick up.

 

It was past the stairs and inside the carriage that I let my eyes close, and so when it lurched forward I stumbled to the side and grasped to cool metal bar. I stared indifferently as we zoomed through the tunnel and within 30 seconds we came to a standstill. The doors pushed forward before slowly sliding open and I wheeled the bag out and into the tiled exterior. The walls were a disgusting off white, nearly broadening on yellow and the floor was covered in pink gum.

 

I sidled up the stairs the bag dragging behind me and I heaved a exhausted pant, sweat beading at my hands as I took another step. The handle felt slick when I finally reached the top and I took a glance back at the stairs. It was a long climb, longer than was necessary.

 

“Sometimes we need to climb further up to reach what we truly desire” the girls voice said at the end of her speech. She looked away from her palm cards and smiled at the class which looked awe struck. Everybody was amazed by the inspirational talk and clapped. Her smile grew wider, her green eyes sparkling with bliss as she made her way to the back. This girl in Year 8 seemed to promise a bright future.

 

Four bags lay on the floor next to my feet as I sat on the cold bench and swept my eyes across the airport, searching for my aunty who was meant to be here. I rechecked my watch and cast a nervous glance towards the shadows. I half expected…

Shaking my head I stared forward and through the dirty glass, where the trees swirled leaves and the wind caressed the grass. My hand clasped around the cross and I placed my head on my right palm. The hair from my hair tie coming loose and falling around my face, the blonde strands brushing my lips gently. I blew a shallow breath out and watched it lift before falling down and into my eyes. I blinked furiously as it poked the inside of my eyeball and quickly brushed it away in annoyance.

 

“Winter!” a voice hollered and I dared a peek behind me to see a large lady barreling in my direction. Her brown hair swished around her shoulders and her blue eyes glowed with barely contained excitement. “Winter” she breathed more softly and she grabbed me in a tight embrace. I froze, my blood running cold and sweat beginning to pool around my hands. I had forgotten on how it was too be touched like this without…

 

 I forced a smile as she awkwardly hugged me, her hands wrapped around my thin frame as he bulging tummy pressed against me. “Aunty?” I said with uncertainty and she pulled back, her smile still bright as