• Chapter 4: Hurtful Memories

    The ride to my house was quiet, almost disturbingly quiet. If it was a longer drive to than it was to my house I might have gone insane from the quiet. It only took a minute to get to my house in the car. Hikaru stopped outside the huge blue and white house. I wondered what my parents would say id they knew I was ditching. Something ironic I’d bet.

    “Okay, I’ll be in there for 10 minutes at tops and if I am not out in that amount of time I give you permission to come into my house and find me, but if my bedroom door is closed, you can’t go into there. You would probly find me in the kitchen anyway so search there first,” I gave him directions so he would not accidentally come into my room while I was changing. That would be bad.

    “Alright, I trust you. Please hurry,” he said.

    I gave him a nod and then I went in the house. I first went into my room to get my clothes. I put on my black skinny jeans, my white shirt, my blue vest, blue belt, and I kept my white boots (they are too cute to not wear them). Next I went into the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. Gloss was all I needed for my makeup, but my hair was screwed up as I had predicted. I let it down and it was dry now and it was wavy as usual. I had to brush it out which is a hassle sometimes because the length of it. My hair went all the way to my lower back and I had to sling it over my shoulder to brush it. After a minute or two of brushing my hair the long black waves were soft now.

    I hurried down stairs to get something to eat. I looked in the fridge and found some strawberries. I took a few and nibbled on the tiny seeds, I always thought they were the best part. I got tired of eating the seeds and just bit the strawberry. I ate the other two and went to the foyer, grabbed my black purse and went out the door. I hurried to the car and tried to open the passenger door but it was locked, so I knocked on the window. Apparently he was not in the car and it was also not running. I bet he went into the house. Now that I think about it, I took around 20 minutes instead of 10.

    I ran back into the house to check the kitchen and he was not there. I ran over to my bed room and he was not there either. Okay he might think I would be where? Okay, this was weird. I guess is should sit on the stair case. He would probly fine me there. I started to walk around the corner into the hall outside my bedroom but looked back just to make sure no one was there. I turned my head real quick to make sure I would not trip as I went down the stairs, but I had to stop real quickly. Hikaru was standing right in front of me, I mean like 2 inches apart. I hear his breathing, he smelled really good.

    “You smell good,” I said like a moron.

    “Thanks, you look nice,” he said and he made me blush so I kept my head down.

    “Thanks, um, are you ready to go?” I asked stupidly again which made me feel stupid, again. I was really embarrassed so I moved so I could go down the stairs then went down the stairs.

    “Yeah, let’s go,” He said and caught up to me, “sorry for bumping into you, that was completely my fault.

    “Not really, I was the one who wasn’t paying attention,” I said back to him.

    “Well anyway, sorry,” he apologized again.

    “Its okay,” I had nothing else to say and I was kind of uncomfortable so I hurried to the car.

    I got in and buckled up and sat there staring out the window knowing that I was still flushed red. Anyway I liked to stare out the window in a moving car, it was fun trying to see the close up objects that flashed by. I saw little objects like rocks on the side of the road, small pieces of trash, really close signs, and of other stuff. All this made me start thinking about when I was in the ambulance when I was four years old.

    I was in it because I had been playing at my old house with my friends and then we decided to play baseball. Once the game started we voted on team captains and I was chosen for the girl team. Everyone knew that I as a really good pitcher so all the boys got mad at me when I said it was boys’ verses girls.

    The game started and the girls won because we had amazing speed and my killer pitch with us. The boys, on the other hand, lost by like four points and they were really sore losers. One of the boys, also one of my best friends at the time, was so mad that he threw the bat at us and tried jumping over my fence and hurting himself out of anger. So, like the person I am, I jumped over the fence after him but he ran down the street into big time traffic. There were cars going like 40 miles per hour in a 20 zone. So the boy jumped out there, again like the person I am, I jumped after him and pushed him out of the way so he would not get him, but in exchange, I got hit.

    My father called the paramedics and they came to pick me up. The reason all of this reminds me of things flashing by out of the window was because I thought everyone was moving with amazing speed to help me not die and when I saw the things flashing out the window it reminded me of this speed.

    Now back to the real world, I noticed we were going to some weird place in an area I did not recognize. It was a little odd. There were a few families, sitting on the ground, waiting for there good opportunity to do something about there lives. It sort of made me sad to know that there are people in the world like this. It made me feel like I should stop asking for things or spending so much money on myself while there are people living in poverty in the world. It made me want to cry.

    “Akari, what are you starring at?” Hikaru interrupted my sad gain of knowledge on what the world is like.

    “All these people are actually living like this, its really sad. I never knew how bad the world is to some people,” I said in an unintentional sad voice.

    “Yeah, it is really sad, for those children especially. Most of their parents bought drugs with the money they were using to keep their houses,” he said almost without any emotion.

    “I am really selfish. When I was with my parents when we went shopping, I always asked for something worth 150$ at least, while there are all these people who are homeless living on the side walk on the main street wrapped in blankets, and every time I got what I wanted. I am a really, really, really bad person,” I felt like I was going to cry.

    “You’re not that bad, I would not talk to my dad until he bought me this car. That says something about me, huh? Well anyway were are almost there,” he said.