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Chapter One

It was the worst day of her five year old life. First, she woke up to an empty fishbowl and a dead goldfish on the floor. Then, her mother discovered her stash of sweets she hid under her pillow and banned them for one week. Worst of all, her best friends were out of town. Both of them. She was bored to death and it was only noon.

She walked around the park, trying to make her own fun, but it just won't work when you were alone. She sighed, sitting down under a tree and prodded a snail with a stick. She thought that the snail was slow, but maybe her day was slower.

Then, her mother called her to come home; it was lunchtime. She threw the stick away and dragged her feet lazily towards her home.

'What happened to you, young lady? You look as if the world just came crashing onto you,' said her mother.

'I'm just bored, Mama. Jet and Droy are not in town.'

'Really? You didn't eat any sweets, did you?' her eyes glinted.

'No I didn't,' she said indignantly. 'You hid all of mine.'

Her mother laughed and turned to her cooking. 'Sweets aren't everything, dear. They are just gonna give you cavities.'

'They are if your best friends aren't here,' she said, dumping her small body on the seat next to her father's, frowning slightly.

'I'll take you out if you're too bored today, okay, Levy?' her father said. Then, he nudged her arm under the table, handing her a couple of sweets, winking. She grinned and pocketed the treat.

'I'm back, and I'm starving.'

Her brother walked into the room, smiling at everyone. Eric was ten years older than his sister, doted on her and was every bit overprotective. He took the seat across her and peered at her through his glasses.

'How was your morning, kid?' he asked.

'Lousy.'


'…and the poor boy walked home, his bicycle stolen, his clothes in tatters, and worst of all, the scrape on his knee won't stop bleeding. However, as soon as he reached the rundown shack, he knew he was home. His mother hugged him and gave him a biscuit while his father treated his injured knee. The boy realized that no matter how hard life is, there will always be somewhere warm and welcoming, where laughter and love never cease to exist. He vowed never to run away ever again.'

'Wow! That was marvelous, Eric! Read it to me again!' she grinned, lying cozily beside her brother.

It was already night time and Eric voluntarily read her a bedtime story, a daily routine. Eric loved books, a passion which his sister shared with him. He usually brought her to the neighbourhood library, where they sat together at the corner, quietly reading.

Eric yawned. 'I'll read it to you tomorrow. Don't you want to read something else? I'm sure there are books you hadn't read yet.'

'I love that story! It's my favourite so far,' she beamed. Eric smiled.

'Yeah, yeah. Whatever,' he said, striding across the room towards the door. 'See you tomorrow.'

The girl placed the book on her bedside table and laid back. She was just turning to her side when she heard a noise by the window.

'Hey, psssst!'

She raised her head and saw her friend grinning quite childishly and silly-looking. Droy was waving something in his hands.

'Hurry! My mom thinks I'm changing in my room,' he whispered. She looked at him to find that he was still in his formal clothes, just back from someone's wedding. 'I bought some jelly and I want to give you a bit more than Jet, so I sneaked here. Don't tell him.'

'I won't,' she laughed. 'I was really bored without you today, and Jet was away visiting his grandma. I had to entertain my own self.'

'Sorry,' he said, still whispering. 'I'll play with you tomorrow. Good night!'

He hurried off, leaving the girl waving by the window.