longing around while I pressed my nose against the glass of their exhibit.
I knocked, despite that Mom scolded me,
with little children constantly raping against my glass window
She would just continue rapping, knockknockknockknockknock, and insist on knocking,
“Did he really?” I asked sourly. My mom wasn’t a topic I was comfortable with discussing.
I rolled my eyes. Like you even care, I thought.
“Duty calls,” Dad said jokingly
Rae pretended to curtsy and Dad topped his imaginary hat back
I hoped out and ran towards where Brendan was sitting.
“I guess you could say you’re the type of person who’s easy to love to their face and hate behind their back.”
No, I told myself. I don’t believe it./[i]
But I did believe it; every part of me couldn’t reject it. Memories twisted around in my mind like proof. First, me throwing the pillow and him laughing, and then him fidgeting when I asked why he wanted to hear from Kiara so badly. Calling him and hearing the giggle and puckering…
Maybe he got tired of running in circles after me and finally found the girl he was looking for. Part of me felt bad. The other part was aghast.
I thought I could contradict the truth to make it feel better, to make the pain slightly less acute, but as much as I didn’t want to believe, my mind already knew. It was too late to deny.
I was genuinely shocked. I never thought it’d come down to my best friend and my black-mailing other best friend going out with each other behind my back.
[i]I should have known, I thought. I should’ve known, damn it. How could you be so stupid?
Kiara would go below the belt and through a Frappuchino at me
And how could Brendan not even let me off with a warning?
The brown bark of trees encircled me like a cage.
I think I heard, “you’re a brilliant kid, Ronnie,”
I distinctly remember coming across a lazy crocodile or two, longing around while I pressed my nose against the glass of their exhibit.
I knocked, despite that Mom scolded me,
decorated home with little children constantly raping against my glass window.
No, I frankly had absolutely no idea that my father loved my mother.
Good, I thought, wasn’t going to bother.
I went to high school and had a crush on the boy I sat next to in Geography and
She stared at my kindly, expecting a reply, but I kept my eyes elsewhere.
But nobody stops to read the small print.
Usually he cleared his scheduler and bugged me until I confessed
They were all Kiara’s puppies; her clones.
“Ronnie, what are you still doing in your pyjamas?”
The urge to scream and bark my retor was so strong that
reached for the pair of jeans with a hole ripped in the knee that I know Dad hates.
“I didn’t think you had a problem with it.”
“Great!” Rae twittered.
Their small talk and the thumps our feet were making on the hallow stairs echoed off the walls.
No, I told myself. I don’t believe it./
[i]I should have known, I thought.
I didn’t think Kiara would go below the belt and through a Frappuchino at me.
fragile_heart(!) wrote:I shocked myself by chuckling three times and shaking my head. “Well, well, well,” I chanted.