Well it seems that I have chronic disease called writers block and I can't with the flow with the stories I started. Well, here's a new story—again.
I'll stand by you
Evan:
I woke up at five a.m., as I crept down the stairs, I saw my mother, still calculating payments for our bills. Since I fell asleep that night, she was doing that already. I feel so bad for her sometimes because I didn't know what else to do. I mean, I already work two part time jobs and still go to school all at the same time. I can't even take the stress sometimes. But if I wanted to help my family, I'm will to pull out all the stops just to be able to do so. There's another problem heading my family's way. My father left my mom when I my little brother was born. I was fifteen when that happened. I guess that's why I hated my father so much. We barely eat out because we always have to be thrifty. Although I save up my money for college, I had to give it all for my brother who needed chemotherapy. You see, Nick, my two and a half year old little brother has leukemia. He was diagnosed after his first birthday. Talk about a gift from God huh? That's when I had doubts if there was really a God.
I looked at my mother again. It's like she aged twenty years than her current age. I put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at me. "Mom, you need to rest." I told her. She smiled at me sadly. "I have to finish this Evan." she said weakly. "That's what you told me last night mom." I told her quite forcefully.
"I know son but this is really important." She reasoned out. I sighed heavily, feeling bad for my family…for my mother. I went to the bathroom and began to take a bath, because before school, I need to clean out the Blank's yard. And hopefully, their daughter, Kelly will be there because she's always nice to me.
Kelly:
Hoping and praying that my parents are here today, I went inside their room but found it empty; feeling desperate, I went down the hall, directing to the dining area but found myself alone. I guess that the price of having rich parents is always like this. Missing them, longing for their love, and most probably growing up with either household workers or nannies. As for nannies, I had dozens of them but only one stood to all of them like a mother to me. Her name is Maureen Korklan. A great cook, a great house worker, and more importantly, she taught me that life doesn't really revolve around money and fame which is why I turned out the way that I am…a simple teenager. She has two sons, the eldest, same age as mine, seventeen his name is Evan. A senior just like me at Parkway High School, and then, her second son, Nick, sweet as angel, but when I turned fifteen my mom and my dad decided that I didn't need a nanny anymore.
I looked outside and saw Evan. He was sweeping along walkway; I can see that he had his book bag hooked on the little loop on the porch swing. I smiled. I had a slight crush on him ever since I met him when I was eight. Although my parents are forcing me to a guy named Cody.
I went outside and when he saw me, he grinned. "Good morning!" I greeted quiet happily. "Good morning to you too." He said, going back to his sweeping. "Can I help you with all this?" I asked. He sighed as he looked at me.
"If your parents saw me, for sure they'll fire me," He paused; breathing heavily, I can see the sweat beading from his forehead. "And you know how much my family needs some money because we're not exactly well off like you are." He said it to me like being rich was an illness but I disregarded what he said.
"I was just trying to help." I told him.
Evan:
As I walk along the school's walkway, I can see Cody Rhodes, one of the richest guys in our school. He was holding out his new phone, something that I wouldn't even dare to do because my phone is crappy. His is a new version of the IPhone while mine is a midget of a second hand from Kelly, but I'm thankful for what she gave me. In this school, I have one friend only. His name is Yoshi, a foreign exchange student from Japan. Although cultures my clash when we talk, I can trust him with secrets because he is no good in English. "Evan!" I heard from behind I smiled when I saw Kelly. Her hair neatly braided in two, a white t shirt, Guess jeans, and designer flip-flops…she was perfect. "Why'd you leave me when my friends came by, I wasn't able to introduced you to them."
"Like they'll ever like a poor guy like me," I told her. "Rich people are mean like that." I told her. She seemed taken aback from what I just said. "Not all rich kids are mean you know?" She told me. I know she's right because she's the nicest rich girl I ever met.
"I reckon so," I told her. She just shrugged and began to walk with me. I turned to her and frowned. "Aren't you worried that he'll get mad?" I asked her pointing towards Cody's direction. She looked that way and sighed before shaking her head. "I don't really like him." She said. I was definitely surprised by her answer because all the girls in the school seemed to swoon over him. I mean, he was the closest to a male model that the whole school has to offer—that's what the girls say anyway.
"Wow, and here I thought rich people only liked rich people." I told her. She smiled at me. "Well, let me tell you something," She paused, making me stop from my tracks. "I'm not like the typically clichéd rich people. In the future, I want to get married to a man who will love me forever. I don't care if we're poor, middle class, or rich. The only thing that matters is the love. That's what your mother told me." My face flushed at the mentioning of my mother. "She told you that?" I asked her.
She nodded. "Your mom is like a mother to me. She was my nanny for almost ten years remember?" my mother had that effect on people huh? Well it figures because mother is a sweet lady. "And I want you to know that if your family needs help, I'm more than happy to help. Just give me a call." She said as she went to her class…with her hair neatly braided in two, her Guess jeans, and her designer flip flop…and definitely great personality…she was perfect.
Kelly:
Cody went on and on about his new IPhone. For Pete's sake, like I'll ever care about your stupid phone. But the only thing even more stupid was the sight of him insulting Evan and it really gets under my skin. "You know, that Korklan kid was helped out by Kelly's parents. And he's just a dumb scholar of the Private School. And it's bad enough that it's our washday today because I have to see him trudging around the campus wearing his old t-shirt and old sneakers. And God forbid his stupid phone." I wanted to shove my lunch all over Cody, I gave Evan that phone, and though it was my old phone, Evan was grateful and even thanked me for it. I didn't really talk when Cody had the floor. And it was all I could do up until the end of lunch.
I exited the cafeteria. That's when I saw Evan talking to his very best friend, Yoshi. They were laughing though I didn't know why. I went up to them to say hello. They both mumbled hey. "Wow, Yoshi you're learning through and through huh?"
"Evan has be ditching me a lot lately." He says. Evan's face was full of color when he laughed out loud. "He ditched you?" I asked again, then I turned to look at Evan for some enlightenment. "He meant that I was teaching him." He said. I laughed as well. Yoshi looked at me and Evan simultaneously.
Evan looked at me and grinned. "So, what brings you here to the loser headquarters?" He asked. "Loser headquarters?" I asked him. "Yep, we losers hang out her a lot because if we eat inside the cafeteria, it's either we'd be broke, or we get a wedgie." Evan said. I smiled and took out the turkey sandwich that I made. "Here, you can have mine, I already ate anyway. And knowing how hard working you are for you mom and your little brother, you deserve more than that."
"I can't take your lunch." He said.
"It's okay, I ate one already. I really made two, one for me, and one for you." I said. He seemed to look at me blankly. "Thanks, I really haven't eaten anything yet." He said. I knew for a fact that he's trying to save some money.
Evan:
Kelly just gave me her lunch. Although she said she made two sandwiches, I still felt like a loser for taking her up on her offer. She asked if I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the afternoon with her, but I declined even though I wanted to because I still have a job at the supermarket as a stacker. Hopefully when I get into college, I'll be able to own my own supermarket. Or even better be a business tycoon like Kelly's father. My mother always told me that my dad is a doctor, a surgeon to be exact.
"Please Evan, just for a little while," Kelly pleaded. "I can wait until you get off your work." She said. I looked at her as if what she wanted was the hardest thing to do. "I get off at work at ten p.m. I can't make you wait for that long, your parents will kill me." I said. "My parents are in a business trip."
"Well maybe they're already back." It wasn't that I was getting rid of her, I was just worried about my job that her parents gave me.
"They're in a business trip in Paris." She added. "Plus, I already asked your mother if you could stay with me because I'm all alone tonight." She said. Alone? At night? With her? I mulled it over, I'd be dumb enough not to say yes.
"Okay," I said.
After I got off from work, Kelly and I walked to her house. I kept on apologizing to her because I had to sell my car because my brother needed chemotherapy. "Evan, it's okay, you're a sweet brother. I mean, you love your brother so much that you'll sacrifice anything for him."
I was still enamored by her huge house. Flat screen television in each room, six bathrooms, a huge dining hall, a large pool, and you know stuff like that. I looked at Kelly. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. She smiled. "C'mon Evan, you'll sleep in my room too."
As Kelly slept beside me, I could smell the scent of her shampoo. We're so close yet so far away. As I nodded off, the last thing that came to my mind is Kelly's image.
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