Even though it took only an hour, it felt like an eternity before I had
all of my belongings unpacked. I headed downstairs as soon as I finished
to ask Aunt Clara if I could use her phone to call my friends back in
Japan. To my great suprise, Uncle Franky was standing on top of the
coffee table, doing a victory dance. Aunt Clara sat laughing in the big,
brown rocking chair.
" Um...what's going on?" I questioned as I stepped off of the last step
and walked up next to Aunt Clara's chair in the living room. She nodded
towards the tv set, which was blaring loudly with the sounds of an
announcer screaming "Gooooooooooooooooooooal!". At the bottom of the
screen, a small scorebox showed that Manchester was playing Liverpool.
So far, the soccer game appeared to be going in Liverpool's favor.
" Ha! Did you see that beauty, Brandon? What a kick! Fantastic!" Uncle
Franky remarked as he stepped off the table and sat back down on the
couch. I looked around the room to figure out who this Brandon person
was, but I didn't see anyone. He must be loosing it I thought. I leaned
over to Aunt Clara and asked her if I could use the phone to call Raye.
She nodded as Uncle Franky cranked up the volume and began yelling for
that Brandon person to hurry up.
I quickly walked into the kitchen while rubbing my forehead, which
was beginning to hurt from the loudness of the tv. Sitting down on top
of the counter, I picked up the phone and started to dial when I noticed
that the refrigerator was open. Another loud outburst came from the
living room. The noise in the house was getting way too loud, so I
decided to call my friends later. Just as I was about ready to get up and
close the refrigerator door, it closed on its own. To my suprise, a guy
a little older than me straightened up, his arms full of food. His mouth
was stuffed full of the half eaten sandwhich that laid in one of his
hands. " Sup?" he mummbled, barely understandable from having a full
mouth. He sauntered out of the room without another word. A few seconds
later, Aunt Clara walked in.
" Hello Mina dear. I see you met Brandon. I ment to warn you when you
first arrived, but it totally slipped my mind. As you can tell, a
soccer games on right now. The house is always beyond hectic when one
is on. I swear, those two act so childish when one of those stupid
teams score a goal!"
" If you don't mind me asking, who is Brandon?"
" Oh, he's renting a room of ours. Franky and him are good friends. He's
more or less like a family member to us. Don't you mind him though, he's
a nice young lad. I bet you'll come to like him. I do believe he's
around your age!"
" Okay...um, I couldn't call back to Japan. Little too nosiy, I'll try
again later."
" Wise decision. During a soccer night, it's always wise to do nothing
but sit along with those two dorks and watch. Come on, sweetie. Let's
go bare through it."
I followed her back into the living room. Brandon and my Uncle were
currently yelling at the tv as if that would persuade the officals to
change thier call. I curled up on the other couch, which gave me a clear
view of both Brandon and the tv. Brandon was actually very tall, quite
more so than Uncle Franky, who was by no stretch of the imagination short.
Brandon's intense green eyes were fixed on the tv screen as he jumped
up from his seat and high-fived Uncle Franky. The light brown stubble
on his face perfectly matched his light brown hair that was spiked back.
He wasn't too bad to look at, but nothing special. Nothing like Alan....
I quickly stopped myself from thinking of Alan. Truthfully, I was
secretly hoping to run into him some time, assuming that he still lived
in England. I was brought out of my small daydream of Alan when a news
commercial came on, showing a small clip of a local bank being robbed.
" Too bad for the banks! What's that, the third in the last week to get
hit? Looks like the police could sure use some help," Uncle Franky
commented.
" You guys remember about 3 years back? There was some crime fighter in
town. Oh, I don't remember her name...Rescuer C...Scout something...Oh,
I don't remember. Anyways, she would have put those bank robbers in
their rightful place! Wonder whatever happened to her..." Aunt Clara
remarked. She scratched her head as she tried to remember the name.
" Oh, oh! Wasn't it Sailor C or something like that?" Brandon asked her.
" Sailor V," I quietly said while diverting my eyes to the tv.
" Yeah, I think that's it Mina dear! Where you around when she was?"
" I was, Aunt Clara. I'm sure that Sailor V is around somewhere," I
responded, not really wanting to say more.
I felt uncomfortable under the 3 pairs of eyes looking at me. I feared
that I had said too much, but as soon as the game came back on, all the
attention was focused back on the tv. Once the game ended, I got bored
of watching the highlights from the other games playing across the
world. I quietly got up and went back up to my room. Half way up, I
decided to take a stroll around the city and get reacquainted with my
childhood.
The city was just as I had remembered it, an old scenic place with tons
of trees and buildings. After looking around for awhile, I realized
that I had ended up at the old park that my friends and I use to hang
out in. I walked deeper into the woods until I found the bench were
Alan, Katerina, and I use to sit. To my suprise, Katerina was sitting
on it. She was looking around as if she was waiting for someone, but
her eyes instantly stopped when they saw me.
" No, way...Mina? Is that you?" she questioned, a look of total shock
appearing on her face as I came closer. I stopped in front of her.
She still had the same short brown hair and dull blue eyes that I
remembered her having. I slowly sat down next to her, but didn't
look her in the eye.
" Hi, Katerina."
" I haven't seen you in ages. I thought you were dead! Why didn't you
tell me that you were going to leave?"
" Must have slipped my mind.."
" Silly goose...of course it didn't. You know, you had Alan and I
really worried!"
" Alan? Is he still around?"
" Of course, HE wouldn't leave me without saying anything! As a matter
of fact, he's suppose to be meeting me here any minute now!"
" Oh..."
Katerina chattered on about something or another, but I had tuned her
out. Even after all these years, I still hadn't fully gotten over
the fact that she had won Alan's heart and not me. I glanced over my
shoulder just in time to see a guy walking up. Blue hair, tall, a
barely there smile on his face...it was undoubtfully Alan. I heard
Katerina squeal as she stood up and ran over to him. They embraced
each other before Alan planted a big kiss on her lips. As much as I
hated to see them together, they did make a cute couple and were
obviously madly in love with each other. It took all my strength to
keep from bursting into tears over my broken heart.
" Allen, look who's here! It's Mina!" Katerina squealed as she grabbed
his hand and dragged him over to the bench.
" Do I know a Mina?" he questioned as his eyes flashed over me quickly.
He doesn't even remember me I realized. My heart sank even lower. Alan
turned his attention back to his girlfriend, who playfully slapped him
on the arm for not remembering me. I couldn't believe that the one guy
who had mattered so much to me didn't even remember who I was. Not
being able to stand any more of this reunion from hell, I quickly stood
up and ran away as fast as I could without saying another word.
all of my belongings unpacked. I headed downstairs as soon as I finished
to ask Aunt Clara if I could use her phone to call my friends back in
Japan. To my great suprise, Uncle Franky was standing on top of the
coffee table, doing a victory dance. Aunt Clara sat laughing in the big,
brown rocking chair.
" Um...what's going on?" I questioned as I stepped off of the last step
and walked up next to Aunt Clara's chair in the living room. She nodded
towards the tv set, which was blaring loudly with the sounds of an
announcer screaming "Gooooooooooooooooooooal!". At the bottom of the
screen, a small scorebox showed that Manchester was playing Liverpool.
So far, the soccer game appeared to be going in Liverpool's favor.
" Ha! Did you see that beauty, Brandon? What a kick! Fantastic!" Uncle
Franky remarked as he stepped off the table and sat back down on the
couch. I looked around the room to figure out who this Brandon person
was, but I didn't see anyone. He must be loosing it I thought. I leaned
over to Aunt Clara and asked her if I could use the phone to call Raye.
She nodded as Uncle Franky cranked up the volume and began yelling for
that Brandon person to hurry up.
I quickly walked into the kitchen while rubbing my forehead, which
was beginning to hurt from the loudness of the tv. Sitting down on top
of the counter, I picked up the phone and started to dial when I noticed
that the refrigerator was open. Another loud outburst came from the
living room. The noise in the house was getting way too loud, so I
decided to call my friends later. Just as I was about ready to get up and
close the refrigerator door, it closed on its own. To my suprise, a guy
a little older than me straightened up, his arms full of food. His mouth
was stuffed full of the half eaten sandwhich that laid in one of his
hands. " Sup?" he mummbled, barely understandable from having a full
mouth. He sauntered out of the room without another word. A few seconds
later, Aunt Clara walked in.
" Hello Mina dear. I see you met Brandon. I ment to warn you when you
first arrived, but it totally slipped my mind. As you can tell, a
soccer games on right now. The house is always beyond hectic when one
is on. I swear, those two act so childish when one of those stupid
teams score a goal!"
" If you don't mind me asking, who is Brandon?"
" Oh, he's renting a room of ours. Franky and him are good friends. He's
more or less like a family member to us. Don't you mind him though, he's
a nice young lad. I bet you'll come to like him. I do believe he's
around your age!"
" Okay...um, I couldn't call back to Japan. Little too nosiy, I'll try
again later."
" Wise decision. During a soccer night, it's always wise to do nothing
but sit along with those two dorks and watch. Come on, sweetie. Let's
go bare through it."
I followed her back into the living room. Brandon and my Uncle were
currently yelling at the tv as if that would persuade the officals to
change thier call. I curled up on the other couch, which gave me a clear
view of both Brandon and the tv. Brandon was actually very tall, quite
more so than Uncle Franky, who was by no stretch of the imagination short.
Brandon's intense green eyes were fixed on the tv screen as he jumped
up from his seat and high-fived Uncle Franky. The light brown stubble
on his face perfectly matched his light brown hair that was spiked back.
He wasn't too bad to look at, but nothing special. Nothing like Alan....
I quickly stopped myself from thinking of Alan. Truthfully, I was
secretly hoping to run into him some time, assuming that he still lived
in England. I was brought out of my small daydream of Alan when a news
commercial came on, showing a small clip of a local bank being robbed.
" Too bad for the banks! What's that, the third in the last week to get
hit? Looks like the police could sure use some help," Uncle Franky
commented.
" You guys remember about 3 years back? There was some crime fighter in
town. Oh, I don't remember her name...Rescuer C...Scout something...Oh,
I don't remember. Anyways, she would have put those bank robbers in
their rightful place! Wonder whatever happened to her..." Aunt Clara
remarked. She scratched her head as she tried to remember the name.
" Oh, oh! Wasn't it Sailor C or something like that?" Brandon asked her.
" Sailor V," I quietly said while diverting my eyes to the tv.
" Yeah, I think that's it Mina dear! Where you around when she was?"
" I was, Aunt Clara. I'm sure that Sailor V is around somewhere," I
responded, not really wanting to say more.
I felt uncomfortable under the 3 pairs of eyes looking at me. I feared
that I had said too much, but as soon as the game came back on, all the
attention was focused back on the tv. Once the game ended, I got bored
of watching the highlights from the other games playing across the
world. I quietly got up and went back up to my room. Half way up, I
decided to take a stroll around the city and get reacquainted with my
childhood.
The city was just as I had remembered it, an old scenic place with tons
of trees and buildings. After looking around for awhile, I realized
that I had ended up at the old park that my friends and I use to hang
out in. I walked deeper into the woods until I found the bench were
Alan, Katerina, and I use to sit. To my suprise, Katerina was sitting
on it. She was looking around as if she was waiting for someone, but
her eyes instantly stopped when they saw me.
" No, way...Mina? Is that you?" she questioned, a look of total shock
appearing on her face as I came closer. I stopped in front of her.
She still had the same short brown hair and dull blue eyes that I
remembered her having. I slowly sat down next to her, but didn't
look her in the eye.
" Hi, Katerina."
" I haven't seen you in ages. I thought you were dead! Why didn't you
tell me that you were going to leave?"
" Must have slipped my mind.."
" Silly goose...of course it didn't. You know, you had Alan and I
really worried!"
" Alan? Is he still around?"
" Of course, HE wouldn't leave me without saying anything! As a matter
of fact, he's suppose to be meeting me here any minute now!"
" Oh..."
Katerina chattered on about something or another, but I had tuned her
out. Even after all these years, I still hadn't fully gotten over
the fact that she had won Alan's heart and not me. I glanced over my
shoulder just in time to see a guy walking up. Blue hair, tall, a
barely there smile on his face...it was undoubtfully Alan. I heard
Katerina squeal as she stood up and ran over to him. They embraced
each other before Alan planted a big kiss on her lips. As much as I
hated to see them together, they did make a cute couple and were
obviously madly in love with each other. It took all my strength to
keep from bursting into tears over my broken heart.
" Allen, look who's here! It's Mina!" Katerina squealed as she grabbed
his hand and dragged him over to the bench.
" Do I know a Mina?" he questioned as his eyes flashed over me quickly.
He doesn't even remember me I realized. My heart sank even lower. Alan
turned his attention back to his girlfriend, who playfully slapped him
on the arm for not remembering me. I couldn't believe that the one guy
who had mattered so much to me didn't even remember who I was. Not
being able to stand any more of this reunion from hell, I quickly stood
up and ran away as fast as I could without saying another word.