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Chapter 8 - The last page of the journal.
Jenrya's POV
We had our breakfast and went outside to visit our friends. Now that I have found her journal, everything would be clearer. Takato and I were walking through the park when I said suddenly:
"I'm going to return to United States."
"Why? How are you going to return? You lied to your father, remember? You're 'working' at a computer company." Takato reminded me.
"I can tell him that I got fired." I said simply.
"He won't believe you. He knows you'd make a good employee."
I didn't answer, I'd call my father when we'd get to Juri's dad restaurant.
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"Wow, you changed a lot, since I saw you last month, Jenrya." It was the first thing I heard from Kazu, of course he was joking, as usual.
"Yeah, maybe one month can make a lot of difference." I answered quietly.
"My Goodness, you're taller and you grew up!!!!" said Kazu, again. He never knows the time to keep his mouth shut.
"Did you notice that you said the same thing twice?" Juri said giggling.
Takato and the others kept laughing, speaking, screaming and I just remained silent. Probably my silence said much of what I was feeling.
"Umm, Takato told us that you went to Ruki's house." Kenta said shyly.
"Oh, did he?" I asked curiously. All I needed now was Takato telling everybody all I my steps. He didn't look at me, he just stared at his knees.
"I visit Grandma Makino every evening. I think she's getting mad. She tells the same story on and on. But I cant' stop going there. She would be so miserable if I did. She suffers a lot. Can you believe that her daughter, Rumiko, went away? She never returned to see the poor woman, and she is her mother. There are people who doesn't give credit for their own relatives, while I would die to have my mother here with me, supporting me, telling me what to do." Juri said with tears floating on her eyes.
It was amazing to see how Juri, in one moment was laughing and in the other, she was crying.
"Yes, poor Grandma Makino. But can I use the telephone, please?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. The phone is right behind the counter." Juri pointed to it while hugging Takato, who was comforting her.
I got up and went to behind the counter. I dialed the phone number of my home.
"Hello, hello, hello?" Shiuchong answered it.
"Stop talking hello and call daddy now." I said whispering.
"Jen!!! Why are you whispering?" she asked curiously.
"It's nothing, ok? Call daddy!" I demanded angrily.
"I'll think about it." She said with an innocent tone.
"Stop kidding, because when I get home you'll catch you." I said fuming.
"Hello?" It was my father.
"Dad, I need to go away, I got fired from the company." I said fast.
"I'll book you a flight for this evening. I want to see you here, tomorrow, boy." My father said with anger.
"Ok, thank you, dad. See you tomorrow night. Bye. Call me later. I'll be at Takato's house."
I hung up the phone and went back to their table.
"What took you so long, chumley?" asked Kazu.
"Nothing. I was just making a phone call." I answered a bit uncertain and went on: "Takato, can we go away? I need to put my clothes in my bag again. I'm going back to U.S."
"Ok, see you later, alligator." Said Takato getting up.
"Stop being so idiot, Takato." Said Juri and blinked on eye to him.
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"Man, are you sure that you really want to return to U.S?" asked Takato for the hundred time.
"Yeah." It was all I said.
The telephone rang.
"I'll get it." I said and answered the phone.
"Jenrya? Your flight is at midnight, flight number 757, gate 2. Be at the airport at least 1 hour before your flight. Bye, son." My father said and hung up the phone before I could say something.
I kept putting my clothes in my bag. While I was folding my coat, I found Ruki's journal. I looked at the first page.
"Nah, I won't read it now." I said out loud and putted it in my backpack.
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"Hey man, don't forget to call me!" Kazu said giving me a quick hug.
"Call me everyday!" Takato said shaking my hand.
"Last call to gate 2, flight 757 to United States of America. Last call."
"Bye." I said staring everybody's face.
I turned around and walked up to the gate. The flight attendant took my ticket and quietly returned it to me.
"Have a o good flight, sir." She said smiling. "Next, please."
I got in the plane and sat myself on a comfortable first class seat.
The girl beside me was very absorbed looking at me.
"Hi." She said shyly. I didn't answer, she was too childish in my opinion.
I took my backpack and I was looking for Ruki's journal when she tried to talk to me again.
"Are you tired of flying? I am. I get tired very easily."
"The plane isn't flying yet." I said coldly.
"Err, I thought it was, are you seeing? I'm so sensitive..."
I didn't answer again, I opened the journal and turned the pages, but it was all white. When I reached the only one written, the scent of roses filled my nose once again. I decided to ask the girl:
"Are you feeling this scent?"
"What scent? Your perfume? Of course I am. Is it Polo Sport? No, I guess I know, it is Ferrari. Just the men with a good taste use it." She said trying to make a charming voice.
"No, I'm not talking about it."
"No? Oh, the bad scent. Maybe someone forgot to close the toilet door." She said putting her hands on her nose.
I gave up. I guess I was the only one that felt that scent. I turned my attention to the journal, but the girl asked:
"Is it yours? Can I read it?"
"No, it isn't mine. It was my, err, girlfriend's journal." I lied.
"Ah, and where is she now?" She asked curiously.
"She is dead." I answered coldly and she didn't talk to me to the rest of the trip.
I started reading the page:
"December 31st, 1997.
I know we aren't in December yet but I had to write this and I don't want everybody to read it after I'm gone. Today is April 6th and I don't think I can stand this life anymore. My life has always been a mess, but now it got worst. I'm going nuts. I wanna fly away. I wanna quit this mess as fast as I can, but I don't have enough courage. To think about what's gonna happen makes me suffer. But yet, maybe tomorrow I won't be here anymore. I know that who kills your own self goes to a bad place, but I don't care. Is there really a heaven or a hell? It doesn't matter, nothing can be worse than this world. I don't know why I am writing this. Nobody will read it. But, who knows? Everything happens purposely. Maybe someone will find it in a hundred years and my journal will be a document. Jenrya, I know you are reading this, please listen to me and help me!"
I got scared when I finished to read it. The last phrase was written in a different letter, like if Ruki was in a hurry.
"I try to do my best to help you, Ruki." I whispered.
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Liked it? Hope yes! Next chapter is coming. C-ya ^_^
Chapter 8 - The last page of the journal.
Jenrya's POV
We had our breakfast and went outside to visit our friends. Now that I have found her journal, everything would be clearer. Takato and I were walking through the park when I said suddenly:
"I'm going to return to United States."
"Why? How are you going to return? You lied to your father, remember? You're 'working' at a computer company." Takato reminded me.
"I can tell him that I got fired." I said simply.
"He won't believe you. He knows you'd make a good employee."
I didn't answer, I'd call my father when we'd get to Juri's dad restaurant.
******************
"Wow, you changed a lot, since I saw you last month, Jenrya." It was the first thing I heard from Kazu, of course he was joking, as usual.
"Yeah, maybe one month can make a lot of difference." I answered quietly.
"My Goodness, you're taller and you grew up!!!!" said Kazu, again. He never knows the time to keep his mouth shut.
"Did you notice that you said the same thing twice?" Juri said giggling.
Takato and the others kept laughing, speaking, screaming and I just remained silent. Probably my silence said much of what I was feeling.
"Umm, Takato told us that you went to Ruki's house." Kenta said shyly.
"Oh, did he?" I asked curiously. All I needed now was Takato telling everybody all I my steps. He didn't look at me, he just stared at his knees.
"I visit Grandma Makino every evening. I think she's getting mad. She tells the same story on and on. But I cant' stop going there. She would be so miserable if I did. She suffers a lot. Can you believe that her daughter, Rumiko, went away? She never returned to see the poor woman, and she is her mother. There are people who doesn't give credit for their own relatives, while I would die to have my mother here with me, supporting me, telling me what to do." Juri said with tears floating on her eyes.
It was amazing to see how Juri, in one moment was laughing and in the other, she was crying.
"Yes, poor Grandma Makino. But can I use the telephone, please?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. The phone is right behind the counter." Juri pointed to it while hugging Takato, who was comforting her.
I got up and went to behind the counter. I dialed the phone number of my home.
"Hello, hello, hello?" Shiuchong answered it.
"Stop talking hello and call daddy now." I said whispering.
"Jen!!! Why are you whispering?" she asked curiously.
"It's nothing, ok? Call daddy!" I demanded angrily.
"I'll think about it." She said with an innocent tone.
"Stop kidding, because when I get home you'll catch you." I said fuming.
"Hello?" It was my father.
"Dad, I need to go away, I got fired from the company." I said fast.
"I'll book you a flight for this evening. I want to see you here, tomorrow, boy." My father said with anger.
"Ok, thank you, dad. See you tomorrow night. Bye. Call me later. I'll be at Takato's house."
I hung up the phone and went back to their table.
"What took you so long, chumley?" asked Kazu.
"Nothing. I was just making a phone call." I answered a bit uncertain and went on: "Takato, can we go away? I need to put my clothes in my bag again. I'm going back to U.S."
"Ok, see you later, alligator." Said Takato getting up.
"Stop being so idiot, Takato." Said Juri and blinked on eye to him.
********************
"Man, are you sure that you really want to return to U.S?" asked Takato for the hundred time.
"Yeah." It was all I said.
The telephone rang.
"I'll get it." I said and answered the phone.
"Jenrya? Your flight is at midnight, flight number 757, gate 2. Be at the airport at least 1 hour before your flight. Bye, son." My father said and hung up the phone before I could say something.
I kept putting my clothes in my bag. While I was folding my coat, I found Ruki's journal. I looked at the first page.
"Nah, I won't read it now." I said out loud and putted it in my backpack.
***************************
"Hey man, don't forget to call me!" Kazu said giving me a quick hug.
"Call me everyday!" Takato said shaking my hand.
"Last call to gate 2, flight 757 to United States of America. Last call."
"Bye." I said staring everybody's face.
I turned around and walked up to the gate. The flight attendant took my ticket and quietly returned it to me.
"Have a o good flight, sir." She said smiling. "Next, please."
I got in the plane and sat myself on a comfortable first class seat.
The girl beside me was very absorbed looking at me.
"Hi." She said shyly. I didn't answer, she was too childish in my opinion.
I took my backpack and I was looking for Ruki's journal when she tried to talk to me again.
"Are you tired of flying? I am. I get tired very easily."
"The plane isn't flying yet." I said coldly.
"Err, I thought it was, are you seeing? I'm so sensitive..."
I didn't answer again, I opened the journal and turned the pages, but it was all white. When I reached the only one written, the scent of roses filled my nose once again. I decided to ask the girl:
"Are you feeling this scent?"
"What scent? Your perfume? Of course I am. Is it Polo Sport? No, I guess I know, it is Ferrari. Just the men with a good taste use it." She said trying to make a charming voice.
"No, I'm not talking about it."
"No? Oh, the bad scent. Maybe someone forgot to close the toilet door." She said putting her hands on her nose.
I gave up. I guess I was the only one that felt that scent. I turned my attention to the journal, but the girl asked:
"Is it yours? Can I read it?"
"No, it isn't mine. It was my, err, girlfriend's journal." I lied.
"Ah, and where is she now?" She asked curiously.
"She is dead." I answered coldly and she didn't talk to me to the rest of the trip.
I started reading the page:
"December 31st, 1997.
I know we aren't in December yet but I had to write this and I don't want everybody to read it after I'm gone. Today is April 6th and I don't think I can stand this life anymore. My life has always been a mess, but now it got worst. I'm going nuts. I wanna fly away. I wanna quit this mess as fast as I can, but I don't have enough courage. To think about what's gonna happen makes me suffer. But yet, maybe tomorrow I won't be here anymore. I know that who kills your own self goes to a bad place, but I don't care. Is there really a heaven or a hell? It doesn't matter, nothing can be worse than this world. I don't know why I am writing this. Nobody will read it. But, who knows? Everything happens purposely. Maybe someone will find it in a hundred years and my journal will be a document. Jenrya, I know you are reading this, please listen to me and help me!"
I got scared when I finished to read it. The last phrase was written in a different letter, like if Ruki was in a hurry.
"I try to do my best to help you, Ruki." I whispered.
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Liked it? Hope yes! Next chapter is coming. C-ya ^_^
