He's Cool

I continued to listen to what my teacher taught me, while the only thing I knew was, how to complete the book overnight. Being a teen wasn't an easy task for anyone and me too. It was just a head full of thoughts to focus on something. But, it wasn't the right thing always, time passed, it was almost two hours and the tutor didn't stop teaching, as usual, I had a problem with eye contact and talking back. I had to cope up with my patience to sit there for hours. I sighed with relief when she spoke, "this is the work for tomorrow. Please complete it, and thank you for being patient." She left, walking towards my mom, which was when I had to read the book. I couldn't wait to continue reading it. Because books were my best friends and trusted ones. I started reading them since I was a kid, and I was addicted to them and, oh my god, I remember how I used to look back then, I used to have these round glasses and a creepy kid smile on my face. I used to distribute my hair into two sides, and go encompassing the shops with some shorts and cool t-shirts. I used to feel I was so fashionable back in time.

Later when my tutor left, that was it, I was done with studying. I just wanted to go and read the rest of the book. While I was walking towards the staircase, my mom questioned, "Rich, did you like the tutor?" I had to nod and leave. She thought something made me upset, and that was the worst part of my childhood. when she gets anxious or doubtful about her kids, she falls behind and bugs us for nothing. I had my safe place, books. The only word that made me feel cherished and secure. She questioned, "Rich, be honest, you didn't like her? did you?" I replied with a short note, "yeah, she's great, I liked her." I had to lie because the person up to my imagination was only the author's daughter, I never knew why I didn't like any of the women or any other person, except for Celie's daughter. What I understood was that until I find the right person, I'm not compromising on anyone. I did not have a place or time for any of my other teenage thoughts.

My mom later stopped bugging me, she understood that I was irritated and she had nothing to do with my review. My mom was as usual, busy with her husband, she was always so concerned and worried about him. Surely I felt the jealously of attention. I and my sister never got the required love and attention from our parents. We had a great sibling bond though, my sister understood everything I couldn't even talk about since my childhood, she was the one who chatted to me all the time, about plenty of things we could relate to. We had a special bonding, I indeed took her to my favorite book stores and, she loved the way I liked serene places, she enjoyed my company just like I did.

Likewise, we had huge arguments over our favorite personals, she was an obsessed follower of anime and Korean dramas, but uniquely, I was Ms. Celie's fan. She was introduced to me when I was discovering all the genres. Back then, she used to write about fun things in life and I also read her most famous novel, "We're beautiful, aren't we?" It was a romantic genre, since then she was one of my favorite writers. Later on, I continued to read even when she had her first child, her daughter was just seven years younger than me. I saw her life through my eyes, it was a beautiful read I ever had in my teens.

I proceeded into my room, and there he was my adorable little boy, I meant the cat. He smeared his body towards my legs, I pulled him gently towards my face and booped his nose. He meowed with his fragile voice, I let him go after I started reading my book, once again. The darkroom made my vision read fun and exciting, I was a person who loved the dark background and clear conceptions. I turned on the night light and sat on the couch, continuing to read the book. Time flew by, and I was at the end of the book, since I was a fleet reader and a very passionate personality, the book was almost about to end.

I rubbed my eyes with tiredness and let out a yawn. My eyes fell on the door since I heard a knock after literally three hours, and who would it be, for otherwise my sister. As expected, the person at the door was her, she had just come from her school. She questioned with a wide smile, "Can I come in?" I answered back with irritation, "Why though?" She continued to be a creep. She also knew that I hated when someone came into my private space. She replied with a sigh, "Why shouldn't I get in? What will go wrong?" It was the first time my sister was back talking to me, she was a very calm and composed person, But something was wrong that day. I questioned out of curiosity, "all good?" She retorted with her eyes rolling, "I want to talk to you, that's it, why would something be wrong?" I nodded as a big brother and understood that she really might have something to say. She entered my room, and out of blue, she started to cry, it was unexpected to see her cry after all this long.

The last time she cried was because of her ex-boyfriend. And now, the tears didn't seem like she was crying on something really serious. I questioned, "Why are you cryin' are you good?" She continued to cry and seek my attention. Well, this was something unusual. I saw her face when she stopped the tears and let out what she wanted to convey, "Mum got a new tutor for me, she's so weird." That was it, I was speechless that she continued being so dramatic. After all, because of a tutor. I replied, "Surely, it might be tiring, but we must study, right?" She replied with her broken lips, "No, I dont want to." I gently picked her up, and let her out of the room saying, "You should, we dont have other options." Just like the kid, my sister loved getting attention. She got away into her room, smiling at me with a grin.

It was a chill night, My mum called out my name, saying, "Rich! your sister needs you to take her somewhere, come down." I walked down the wooden staircase with a sigh and an uninterested face. My sister inquired, "Are you coming?" I nodded and we both walked down the aisle. The sounds from theatres, nearby my home, could be heard. I questioned my sister, "Where are we going?" She thumped my feet with her little shoes and spoke, "Just keep walking." It was icy silent, but there was a creek sound on the road, caused by someone cycling. I cringed and looked back, and with a sudden thud, I heard a female fall of the bicycle. I went on to help her out, while my little sister also joined me. I gently picked her up and with a thankful smile, she spoke, "thank you for helping me out." and there came my problem of eye contact. She tenderly touched my acne-prone skin and lifted my face, I close shut my eyes due to the sudden sense of touch, "I said thank you." She spoke once again. I couldn't open my eyes, it felt like a war within myself to talk to the outsiders. But her gentle voice calmed me, I pushed her away and walked back with my sister. The lady from afar continued to talk and thank me. Just like the flirts never stopped. But her voice was so beautiful, it felt like music to my ears. I didn't want to regret not seeing her face. My sister meanwhile, continued to praise me, she spoke with a tease, "My brother's so cool." I smiled to make her feel the mood. The sudden wind made me flinch, the lady from behind followed both me and, my sister. Her voice was recognized when she spoke once again, "Hey, mister!"