Beep. Beep. Beep. The constant chirping of my watch fills my eardrums. That means I have 1 more lap to run. I urge my numb legs one in front of the other at a steady pace. The bright red from the track hurting my eyes and the harsh sunbeams tanning my already tanned skin. I wish I was back home. Home, which meant the one in Florida, not my house now in California. I close my eyes and begin to recall the fond memories I made back at the beach house.
I sat on the cool sand, hands propping me up. I stared out at the shimmering water in awe. I always loved how the sun reflected off the waves. A light breeze came about, blowing my hair around, some sand getting caught in it. I could not care less. I just wanted to enjoy the sea breeze and the calmness it brought me. Suddenly, there was a figure. Someone else was in my memory?
I snapped back to real time. I could see the finish line which meant that I was almost done with my run. I sighed in relief as I crossed it and immediately went to grab my bottle. Ice cold water rushed down my dry throat, quenching my thirst. My training was finally over. I talked with my fellow teammates as we walked out of the school, complaining about how tiring the training was today.
When we split ways, I heaved a sigh of satisfaction. It was not that I did not enjoy talking with my teammates, it was the fact that I am an introvert. Meaning that my social battery runs out quickly and I just did not have anymore left today. I quickly reached home by foot and immediately hopped in the shower.
The cold water rushed down my body, washing sweat and dirt off of me. I sighed in relief and massaged my aching muscles. Then, I started to recall all of today's interesting events. A fight broke out in the cafeteria during lunch, my class got interrupted since there was a rat running loose and my after school running training was just plain awful, as always. I suddenly recalled the memory I had about my home in Florida. I recalled the water, the sand, the wind. A strange figure shattered the peace. I tried as best as I could to recall who that strange person could be but my brain was empty. Who could that be?
All of a sudden, the figure started to unravel in front of me. It was as if I had recalled them, which I probably had, except that I did not remember this person at all. Black unruly hair. Extremely tanned skin. He looked skinny, scrawny and short, like the wind could blow him away at any moment. Hazel eyes stared back at mine. Lips pinker than my lipstick. Who are you?
My mother rapped on the bathroom door, interrupting my train of thought. "Miriam. You are taking too long in there, wasting all that precious water." I sighed and quickly finished up my shower. As I dried myself and got dressed, the question of who that boy was still lingered in the back of my mind.
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At the dinner table, spoons and forks clinked against plates. Chomping of food echoed throughout the house. This feels really awkward. It is not that I am not close with my parents, more so that we rarely eat together. I forgot how cramped our table could be, even with just 3 people at it, 1 more than usual. To break the silence, I turned to my mother. "Do you remember the beach house?" My mother's eyes light up as she turns to me. "The one in Florida. How could I forget? It was beautiful. Good location, good scenery, good community. It was so perfect. Until the termites came." I laughed. Oh, the termites. They invaded our home and wreaked havoc everywhere. "I still remember sleeping on the hammock under the stars that night. My bed frame was so destroyed." There was laugher. Then came more awkward silence. That is where I had my chance to pop the question that was burning a whole in me. "Do you remember anyone I used to hang out with? Specifically a guy?"
Both my mother and my father stared at me with mouths agape. Good, that means they can tell me something. My father started to speak, slowly and carefully, which was unusual for him. "You remember hanging out with a guy?" Confusion coursed through my brain. "I don't really know but a memory which had a boy around my age at that time suddenly popped into my head." My father mumbled, seemingly to himself, "How does she remember him?" My mother had a concerned look on her face. "Do you feel any pain? Discomfort? Is that all you can remember?" Pain? No. Discomfort? Yes. What the heck are my parents talking about that I am unaware of? We ate the rest of the way in silence, my parents sharing a concerned look, occasionally glancing nervously at each other before continuing their meal. 128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRk1GIdRz1X
After more awkward silence, sideways glances and loud chewing, I finished my meal, washed my plate and cutlery and got the hell away from my parents. I locked myself in my room and sat on my bed, cuddling under my comforters. I wondered if I was the problem or if bringing up the recognition of the unknown boy was a mistake.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJSyW9CbQ4E
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I could not sleep. I was wide awake, thinking. Thinking about that boy from my memory. Thinking about my parent's reaction. Thinking if I could have said things differently to get answers. Then, I heard a shout from my parent's bedroom. Not a cry of pleasure, not a cry of pain but a cry of anger. I sat up and put my ear against my room door, trying to listen in to their heated conversation.
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