Oh my gosh, I just went through SO MUCH stuff that school life and normal life decided to just toss at my face. Like, I'm not even kidding, HOW did I just survive any of that crap? I amaze myself and the people around surprisingly much. It's strange...
Oh, and hey, do you guys think Mystery or Suspense should be under my story? We know Friendship is a definite, right? No? I don't know, you tell me. I need some form of feedback to know what I'm even doing with my life for this story. Please suggest and express what main genre/s you think belong to this tale.
ONWARD.
To Be Back
Chapter 7
Akari took a small, deep breath. "Aye..." She was surprised at times how she stilled survived in this world. Then she remember she had a LOT of experience. But then another thought came to her.
When?
Yes, before she had gotten up and moved to the island, she was living in a different place. It is her home. It was her home.
There she had many friends and still kept in contact with many of them. Over 80 numbers loaded onto her phone, may or not including those pesky built in ones such as Check Balance, Minutes, Text Usage, Customer Care, Voice Mail, and 411 & More. Gosh, just seeing nonsense details she'd never use would mentally drive her up the wall.
Oh yeah, she had OCD moments sometimes.
She was not really OCD at all, she just liked certain things to be organized. She was the one would call herself that and she was proud of it. "Rather be organized than everywhere," she thought.
Anyway, she could be a social butterfly if she actually tried. Mostly, friendships came to her. Akari gained happy memories from them. Of course, though, everybody had weird quirks about them, described normal or not.
And boy, weren't her friends fun.
They were all almost on the same creative level as her, it could be scary. Such as, oh, you know, the daily normals ranging from how milk was created, to playing card games about lying and detecting it, to finding certain unicorn forms of many of the science teacher's favorite cartoons that she brings in for the class, to even making up body parts and giving each letter a different country.
Yes, that kind of strange.
The young girl had many experiences for dealing with the, now, simplest of things. But it kept clawing its way back in her brain, the thought practically etched into the play field of her mind.
When?
If Akari tried to remember hard enough, she could see herself when she was just a small girl, maybe three years old, along with a just as little Renee. Yes, she could see the two of them with many other people. But, for some reasons, she could not name a face. Adult, or child her size, all she could remember were the faces of Renee and herself, near and among other children. Her younger self tried to hide a smirk from the other kids. They had done or said something, Akari could make out, that was a silly idea. The young Renee at her right, shared an identical grin, growing when they saw the other unintentionally imitating.
The two were trying to stifle giggles, being unsuccessful in that field. Fingers to mouths, they both had laughed into their hands as quietly as they could. Little Renee's shoulder length brown hair was doing tiny waves and jumps, as if it too were silently trying to stop its laughter.
Dragging herself back to current time, Akari had done a tiny shiver down her neck, a bit of it seeping through her spine. It had went unnoticed as usual, as desired.
But no matter what she did as Luke, Owen, and Renee conversed, the thought just would not erase itself from the side of her brain. How sometimes she wished it could be like a two sided chalkboard or whiteboard. Just flip and it would come back later, whatever the idea currently was. But it was always either there or forever lost in an enormous ocean and sea of forgotten memories. Washed away to come back another day, someday.
But of course, to repeat such words in her mind only brought back the very familiar thought.
Just what did it have to do with the situation at hand? Was it because of the old memories of her younger self? Did all those equal young, blurred faces and names have something to do with the now, remembering all the occurrences she had to deal with before Luke and Owen's discussion? Was all this remembering the reason for her thinking anything of her thought in the first place? If it did, just what wave does the universe want her to caught onto and grab a hold of? Why was it beating her upside the head, to think of what?
This was straight up stupid and idiotic. Only a small amount of time has passed her by, all these things playing sick and cruel mind games with her. That small, fragile, delicate amount of time. All wasted because of two boys having an argument over axes and hammers? No. No, it had to mean something. Anything. But what?
Akari could just swear she was dealing with the same kind of stuff that she usually dealt with among her friends, the ones back at what and where her home was, where her mother now lived with her stepfather. But she could still insist that she gained her familiarity with these issues long in advance from her old school mates. Much earlier than that.
And certainly, dead on, hitting the nail on the head, was the exact constant, uniform notion.
When?