"First girlfriend!" exclaimed Zia Scott.
Gray Stewart's brows flicked up. "Really? I thought you were his first girlfriend."
"No." Zia shook her body aggressively with an uneasy expression. "Remember high school? Senior year? He suddenly came up to us on the first day and introduced Felicity as his girlfriend?"
"Nah." Gray put her feet up the coffee table in front. "Doesn't ring a bell." He looked over her shoulder and watched the cartoon playing on the flat screen.
Zia stared at her apathetic expression. "I think you were dating that blonde girl, Annie, that time."
She noticed Gray's face slightly twitching. "Yeah, that pretentious bitch. I can't believe she cheated on me."
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With Gray gone, Zia Scott raided through the kitchen and started cooking dinner with the very few ingredients she could scavenge on the deserted fridge. With the help of a stool, she struggled to level with the countertop to prepare the necessary ingredients. As she knelt on the stool, she reached for a knife and cutting board and started cutting vegetables. And while she did so, her divided attention convinced her mind to whirr back to memories that were bugging her head all day. This was back when she was still a high school student. Summer break had just ended and they had just started their life as a senior student on their way to graduation. Back then, Zia had an even-lined bangs that Gray would tease her about for half a year, and she was a member of the student council. Around this time, Gray's hair was still not dyed white, her skin was tan and her ears still weren't pierced, and a midfielder in s
Zia Scott heard beeping on the door and then approaching footsteps while she was watching an evening drama on the flat screen. Gray passed by the living room and straight to the bathroom. Zia rose and headed to the kitchen. "Did you lose your watch?" she said loudly. Gray went out of the bathroom. "No, why?" Zia shot her an angry look. "You said you'd be back in an hour or two. It's been three hours." Gray hiked her eyebrows. "And?" "And now the food's cold." Zia started to sulk. "What, you cooked?" "Why? Did you eat already?" Zia's voice rose.
Edward Bartlett neatly folded his blanket, sitting on his hospital bed. Then he placed it on top of the pillow beside him. As he was about to reach for his crutches, the door opened. "How's my excellent patient?" said Doctor Hiller as she came in. "Congratulations, you're finally discharged from the hospital. You really held out well these past two week." "Thank you for everything, Doctor. You've been a great help to me," he said. "Did your physio say anything?" "Yeah. She said my legs are almost healed. I just need to use these--" he gestured toward his crutches, "for a week then come back for a follow up." Doctor Hiller broke into a smile. "That's good to know." The door o
“Welcome back, Edward!” said Airol Baldwin as soon as Edward entered the teacher’s lounge. “Thank you, Mr. Baldwin,” he responded. “It’s been three weeks, huh?” said Airol, then he studied his body. “Wow, you look good as new.” Indeed, he appeared to be doing great now that he was able to get rid of the crutches after another week of homestay and visitation at the hospital. A little later, a few more teachers arrived with Belinda Cogzell among them. “Edward!” she said as she almost jumped on him and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “Are you okay now?” Edward gently removed her arms. “Yes, Ms. Cogzell. Thank you for your sentiment.”
Gray Stewart’s attention shifted to the voice coming from behind her. It was a familiar voice. She could look over her shoulder but she didn’t want to. A head peered from beside her. It was Sarah Lewis. “So, it’s really you,” she said. “I doubted myself for a second since you didn’t look back when I called.” Meanwhile, Zia was preoccupied with her zealousness for shopping. In the few minutes since she entered the boutique, she was already able to find 6 clothes that she wanted to try on. Struggling to gather the clothes with her short arms, she walked toward the entrance where Gray was standing and saw her talking to a saleslady. The saleslady’s back was facing her. She approached them. “Gray, could you hold this?” she said as she attempted to pass the clothes to Gray.
“Isn’t that Edward and Belinda?” Gray stared intently and found Edward and Belinda entering the restaurant across the street from where they were parked. “Yeah, so?” she impassively uttered. “Do you not see what I’m seeing?” asked the frustrated Zia. “Yes, I see them. You do see I have eyes too, right?” said Gray sarcastically. “So they’re together, why are you getting all jittery?” “Join me, will you?!” exclaimed Zia. “That’s my fiancé with another woman and they’re entering a restaurant!” “Yeah,” Gray lethargically responded and leaned back on her seat. “Since a restaurant is a very erotic place and I heard their medium rare toy is their specialty and ordering the full course will probably take them to home base.”
“Gray…and Sophia?” said a visibly surprised Edward Bartlett. “I didn’t know you guys were here.” Zia smiled awkwardly at him. And seeing as Gray was just nonchalantly eating, it made Zia palm her own face from frustration. “H…hi, Uncle Edward.” She tirelessly waved her hand. “Are you guys having dinner here too?” he asked. Gray cleansed her mouth with a glass of water after she instantaneously ate half of her portion. “I am,” she said to him. “Wow. What a great coincidence, huh?” said an amused Edward. “What’s the occasion?” Gray and Zia shared a glance. “Her parents got promoted so we’re celebrating,” Gray reasoned out.
“Please…stop that…” Zia Scott groaned as she laid down and groped the couch for her phone. “Be quiet already,” she grunted as she finally found it and turned off the ringing alarm. She blinked a couple more times before she finally decided to get up and start her day. She sat up and was about to hop down the couch. That was when she realized something. Her feet were planted on the floor the moment she sat up. And as she looked down, honey colored hair fell to her shoulders. Her legs were long. She looked at her hands, they were big. The dress pajama she wore the night before now looked like a regular size shirt on her body. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She grabbed her phone and looked at the reflection of herself on the screen. She touched her face with trembling hands. She was still having a hard time understanding the situation. After a few seconds