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

the noise, my heart lodged into my throat…

 

The girl screamed when she felt a hand clamp down upon her shoulder. The thought of the mysterious shadow tailing her plaguing her mind. She dared a quick look to the side when she heard something fall and saw a cat flit past…   

 

The cat’s eyes stared unwavering at me, its green eyes studying me and its black fur absorbing the faint light from outside. I took a quick intake of breath as it meowed again and sauntered down to me, its head held high and its back side swinging to a rhythm I couldn’t hear. It came to a stop underneath my legs and let out a purr which slithered through the house and bounced of the walls. It raised its head angrily and stared at me through frustrated eyes as it pushed more firmly against my legs, its fur sliding up my bare skin.

 

My hand slightly touched it, feeling the silk like fur run through my hands. It seemed to smirk before it pushed away and ambled away and into the kitchen, disappearing from my sight as it turned a corner.

 I followed hastily behind it, though when I came to stand in the open kitchen it was nowhere to be seen. It was as if it had vanished mysteriously. I called out to it but not a peep of a noise followed my empty pleas.

 

“Please” she begged through tears.

 

I wiped my face tiredly and considered the thought of eating…

 

“You should stop eating you stupid child” the father yelled as he hit the cowering girl, her blonde hair falling messily in her face. “You want to be fat?” his voice rang out…

 

I pursed my lips before exiting the granite and steel kitchen, making my way towards the spaced out living room. The TV sat pushed up against the wall flagged by two towering speakers and a Blue-ray DVD player. The black couches lay pointed towards the screen with a table sitting in the middle. On it laid the remote neatly placed, aligned next to some fashion and sports magazines. The surface showing faces of models posing and pouting, their red lips puckered up and their hands lying on their hips which jutted out. I frowned as I crossed to the magazine and flopped down into the freezing unfeeling couch. Flipping through I caught aimless stories about who cheated who, and how to keep warm this winter in the most fashionable way. The cool paper sliding through my hands and carelessly grazing my knees.

 

“Magazines are way better than reading the newspaper. There like the way of life…” the voice said as she placed the nail polish down and flopped down onto her stomach. “Hmm” her brother said as he raised eyebrows towards the rubbish produced. “All these facts are wrong though” he stated. Shrugging she studied the pale pearl color and blew on them carefully.

 

   “Giving of any kind... taking an action... begins the process of change, and moves us to remember that we are part of a much greater universe. ” ― Mbali Creazzo

 

 

 

 

Chapter 12

I think the day I met him was a Tuesday. He was waiting patiently for Jack and Steven, my cousins I had met earlier that week. He was standing in the hall with his back towards me as stared long and hard at a picture. The picture of my family. I wondered what he thought, what he was thinking as he brushed his fingers against the frame.

I stood on top of the staircase, watching him silently and too afraid to call out. Then Steven came. He sauntered in with a grin so wide and vast that it crinkled his eyes and formed wrinkles around them.

 

“Hey Zach” he said as he high fived him.

Zach, what a suitable name.

Black hair and dark blue eyes with a thin long face. Long and lean body structure with strong and big hands. Who was Zach, what was he like, what did he like? These thoughts went around my head. He had this aura to him. A captivating one that dragged you in, almost like my brothers but not quite.

 

I wanted him to look up, to focus his eyes on me and see me.

 

“Look up” I whispered and it was as if he heard me because he looked up at that moment. He looked and stared hard, his eyes drilling through me, finding my secrets and destroying my walls.

Then he smiled, a soft gentle smile that welled something inside me. The moment was broken though when Steven began to talk.

“Ah, Winter!” he said surprised. No doubt since I rarely ventured outside when they were home. He probably thought that I was a loser with no life.

 

“Steven” I said politely as I focused on descending the stairs. Usually I would have nodded meekly and escaped into the confines of the four walled room, but not today. Today I felt compelled to go down, and compelled to talk to them. Was if Zach’s doing?

 

“Wow, never thought you’ll even come out” Steven said as I stood a few feet away. I too was surprised but I kept my mask on, the mask that cannot be ripped.

 

“Yes, I’m just getting a glass of water” I said, which was a very quick cover up since I wasn’t even that thirsty.

“Of course, why else would you come down if it weren’t to eat and drink” Steven said laughing and giggling. He was right yet again and I felt embarrassed. What did Zach think of me? Did he think I was weird? Something about him thinking I was weird really tore at me, which was odd since I didn’t even know him.

 

“Well, Zach, let’s go yeah” Steven said as he pocketed his car keys.

“Where going to be late for the club meeting and Eve’s going to have our heads on a platter for lunch come Wednesday”.

 

“You mean your head. You’re her boyfriend and I’m not” he said and Winter was warmed by his comforting voice. It sounded very strong, manly and powerful. She felt protected hearing it, which was odd as well. I don’t know him, she thought to himself as she watched them both leave.

 

“There’s at least one person destined for me right?” the girl asked and the boy looked at her grinning.

“Sure, sure. Except I’ll feel sorry for him to end up with you” he said while chuckling and the girl whacked him upside the head.

“Hey that’s mean!”

“It’s true though” and the girl glared at him with all her fury as he mocked her.

 

I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together.

-Julia Roberts

 

 

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 05-07-2013

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