“Just swim like a frog!” Miss Mia screamed while laughing as we witnessed how Sir Flinn wear his floater. He's face show how scared he is to meet the sea.
“I don't know how a frog swims!” He screamed back making me giggle.
Then later, Tim grab Sir Flinn to the water making him look like he haven't been to the beach in his whole life. I saw how Tim laughed when Sir Flinn shouted, “I know how to swim,now!”
Miss Mia shake her head telling she can't believe Sir Flinn. We stayed in the cottage to prepare the foods. I sat down watching them having fun under the sun. There are also kids building sand castles, lovers flirting, and people like Tim and Sir Flinn.
“Did Tim confessed something to you?”
My eyes widened as Miss Mia uttered the words. I looked at her unbelievably,making her chuckle, the bread knife she's holding paused halfway through a soft loaf. “What?” she exclaimed-teasing me.
“ We are friends.” I reply.
“Just friends?”
I nod. “ Nothing more.”
“Are you sure?”
It made me stop. “Yes...” I uttered in an undertone voice.
She then smacked her lips and then nod her head, but I can see she's teasing me.
“ We are just really friends, Miss. He just doesn't know what personal space means..” I reply.
She then tied her hair and stared at me, eyes narrowed. “Why are you so defensive Zoe Kathareen Edwards?”
“ No-I Am not being defensive- ”
“ Defensive of what?”
I turned my head to him as they went back from swimming. Sir Flinn followed and went back to the cottage, chasing for air and covered with water. “ I saw....” he paused, gasping for air. “Patrick..”
My eyes narrowed then glanced at Tim who's now eating a watermelon.
“Who's Patrick?” I spoke.
Sir Flinn gazed at me and then took a bite of the sandwich he's holding. “The starfish.”
It was too late for me to run when Miss Mia grab me by the arm causing me to fall in the water. Tim laughed at me so I splashed the water in his face,then push him. Sir Flinn wore his floater while Miss Mia is reminding us not to drink the seawater since it's bad for our body. We went to the deeper part of the beach making Sir Flinn hold tightly to his floater.
“The water is getting colder.” Tim uttered and his lips are trembling and his face is turning red from the heat of the sun.
“Kath, where did you learn how to swim? I mean..is there a swimming pool in your village?” Miss Mia asked.
I shake my head no and wiped my face with my wet hands. “I watched a lot of videos on how to swim.” I responded.
“Just watch?” Sir Flinn exclaimed.
“Yep.”
“ So this is your first time to demonstrate what you learn from those videos?”
“ I guess...”
“Can you teach me how to swim?”
“Just swim like a frog.” Tim interrupted.
“I repeat, I never saw a frog swimming.” said Sir Flinn who's now losing his patience. “So Kath,how?” he turned his head to me and his eyes are gleaming in excitement.
“So just need to keep moving your legs and swim like a....frog.” I said making him frown.
We watched how the people enjoyed their lives being with the people they love. Some looks overwhelmed, just staring at the sky, playing, and seizing the moment.
“You really don't know someone unless they witness the sunset with you.” I uttered out of the blue.
“Or unless you cried with them.” Miss Mia said.
I played with the water and then Sir Flinn moved next to me. I stared at him as he had a thousand-yard stare. “ You're really like your Grandma.” he said making me flinch.
“She has a lot to say about the points of life. But there's one thing she always told me.” he paused then continued, ”You never know someone unless you love them.”
He took a deep breathe and faced us who are listening to him seriously. “ You will never decode someone unless you've tried listening to them, until you love them. We all walk in different shoes, and you should never let other tell you how to tie your laces if they never walk in your shoes. It's funny when I heard people say they know you, where in fact, they only know your name or what is your favourite colour. You need to love them first before you can say you know them.”
I smiled at him and took a deep breathe.
“ You're right, Grandpa.”
I know he wasn't expecting that. I just felt the sudden urge to call him Grandpa and see his reaction. I know, he wants to hear it, too. He told me that he wants to feel that he is a grandpa, but he told me that I shouldn't force myself to call him as my grandfather if I am not ready yet. Even Tim and Miss Mia can't believe it. And then Sir Flinn-Grandpa, was looking at me with his teary eyed wet face.“Can you say it again?” His voice cracked and his tears will fall any moment.“Grandpa?” I uttered making him look up in the sky to stop his tears from escaping. I hugged him and whispered something into his ear. “Grandma must be happy seeing us right now.”We put back everything we used for the foods, collected all the trash that got sca
After trying most every ride, we stopped by a store that sells mango shake. I felt like my soul left my body riding the Vikings. I suddenly remembered Miss Mia cursing at every second as it suddenly goes down, then after the ride, she never stopped cursing until she got tired. Honestly, it made me feel the happiest.I took a picture of the surrounding and it was nostalgic. I felt like I am a girl and went back to the 80's where people doesn't think too much and just seizing the moments. We roam around the place and bought some stuffs for souvenirs. I bought bunch of hair clips for Kira, and for me. We also bought keychains, some tumblers, and cute head bands.“My stomach is telling me to eat.” Said Tim while overdramatically acting his starving as he put his hands on his belly and frown. We walk straight to the food area and we saw a stall that sells burgers and I was
I want to call him, talk to him-just the two of us and ask him about the things he told me and what I meant to him. Lately, he's been telling me words that a stupid friend wouldn't tell you. I don't want to feel awkward with him and I don't want him to. I just want to clear out things that's been living in my mind for hours now.I never been in love. I mean.. with real people. I only cry over boys who are fictional. I never waste my tears crying over a boy who doesn't think enough about his future-and it's a big turn off. I don't really have an ideal guy, as long as you're hardworking, honest, and most especially- a dreamer.A dreamer who shares his dreams with me. A dreamer that isn't afraid to take risks. The one who would accept me and my 20 other personalities. Too much, maybe he's not existing.But I already had a crush,but I don't consider it as 'love' because it was
Flinn's Bucket List1. Make Tim cry.2. Witness more than 100 sunsets.3. Have a new introduction for the customers.4.Witness how the clouds changes from blue to black.5.Visit Melissa's grave with Kath.I read it again and again. I always get stucked with the last one. I want to visit her, soon.I glanced at Tim who's now writing his bucket list.“Why do you want to make me cry?” he asked while his focus is still on his paper.“Only me knows.” Grandpa replied.“ I'm done.” Miss Mia said and gave me her paper.We gathered together and sat by the lonely seashore. Since this will be the last day of our trip, we want to make it memorable.
I wore the bracelet Tim gave me. He said he haven't seen me wore it since the day he gave it to me. I explained that I care of things that was given to me and I don't want them to expose. That was a white lie 'cause I honestly forgot about it.Things have been clear to me, he's that kid who always wear a Spider-Man mask. They left the village that time when I couldn't find him anymore. And then when he turned into a teenager, they went back to the village. At first I couldn't believe it until he told me stuffs only the seven-year old him and the six-year old me know. And he haven't told me stupid stuffs like what he said these past few weeks. He's been acting normal and like an idiot which is I am used to.We got a lot of customers today-the music track is changed now and there's also new books. There are also faces that I already memorized as they
What if no one will read my book?But what if it will be the bestselling?What if they think I am illed?What if they think I am rare?“Ugh! I don't know Tim.”“Too obvious, Kath. Tim's not here.”I look up to Grandpa who's now frowning.“ I'm just talking with myself.”“It seems important.” He stated as he turned the sign in the door from 'open' to 'closed'.“I want to write a book..but I don't think people will read it.” I spoke the thought that kept on running in my head.He pulled the chair in front of me and sat down, looking at the wall. “ You should write for yourself, before others.”I gazed at him and took a deep breath.“ When you write, write b
“Mom-No-I won't go with you!” I screamed as I took her hands away from me, moving a step backward, trying to run, but my feet are frozen in the ground.“No, Zoe. You need to come with me. You can't stay in this-”“ I will stay!” I shouted emphasizing the last word, her face stayed calm and it's only the two of us, and her car.She came near to me and caressed my shoulder down my arms then to holding my hands making my spine shiver.“Honey, what I am doing is the best for you-”"No!" I shouted and then I felt my adrenaline rush, my cold sweats and then I saw the wall.A nightmare.Just a nightmare, Kathareen
“ God, I don't know what I am doing-Crap.” I uttered to myself as I stared at the ceiling questioning myself with my abilities.I just don't know what to write anymore. I just kept on hitting the backspace again and again. Then would read some books, writing and reading are the twins, but I just can't find the right words to say. I somehow feel writing isn't for me. This is crazy- I got the energy to write, but the page is still blank.I swallowed the lump in my throat as I can feel my eyes stinging. Then tears just fall down to my cotton shirt, making my chest feels heavy. I immediately wiped my tears as someone knocked in my door. I looked myself at the mirror and checked my eyes if it is too obvious. The mirror said I look fine. Then I took a deep breathe and walked to the entrance.I opene