I was bored today. I kept walking from my mother's room to the kitchen, then to my room and back to my mother's. I kept doing that for next 10 minutes. The only reason I went to my room was to check see if my laptop would start. But much to my dismay, it never did. So, I finally gave up and decided that it had to get fixed. I wasn't on my mother's computer because my cousin was using it and was on her MySpace account. As you can tell, I'm not fond of MySpace. I don't know why. I just never was. Anyways, I was getting tired and annoyed by having to walk back nd forth to my mom's room and to the kitchen. So I finally decided to go outside.
I opened the glass door and stepped outside. I picked up my kitten, who I named Silver, and I walked over to my grandmother's rocking chair she had outside. When she had bought it, right away I thought to myself, That couldn't possibly fit in the living room. There's not enough space. That's when she said she was going to have it outside so she could have a comfortable chair to sit on outside. And so, I sat on it. It was some what cool outside, and it was in the warm sunlight. I rocked the chair, my bare feet pushing against the cold cement ground. At that moment, as I looked at the sky, memories began to flood my mind. They poured out all at once. They were of a boy. The only problem was, I couldn't remember his name. Everytime his face appeared in my mind, he had no face, as though it were wiped off clean. I began to feel my eyes swell up with tears that never fell. Whatever happened between this boy and me, it must have been emotionally painful for me if I forgot his name and his face. I felt sick to my stomach, almost as if everything I ate would come pouring at the very moment.
Silver began to squirm in my arms, and eventualy, I let him go. I tried to remember what he looked like, what his name was. But all I got from that was pain.
Was it really that painful that I don't want to remember him anymore?
I looked over at Silver. He was eating with his family. His nephew, also a kitten, was at the foot of the rocking chair, staring at me. His mother, Tora, was Silver's older sister, born from, I believe, Mama's first litter. Tora went missing. Mama sits at the back door, thinking she's inside the house. Or at least, that's what my grandmother told me.
I finally decided not to try to remember anything anymore. It hurts too much. Besides, they'll just pop out of nowhere again, my mind said. They always do. At school, when I'm talking to friends or family, when I'm shopping.
The door opened and out came my cousin.
"Why are you outside, Lisa?"
"Nothing..."
"Okay.."
He ran to the swing and sat on it, pushing himself back and forth. I looked at the ground. Maybe I wanted to forget these memories. Which ever way I decided to forget them, it probably wasn't the best way. They keep haunting me, making me want to forage throug them and remember again.. even though I don't want to remember...
That's when my younger cousin came out to play. Both my cousins played, and I watched over them. I kept thinking to myself about these memories. That's when finally I decided to go inside. My feet were bare, and they were beginning to numb from the cool air. I got up from the chair and walked towards the door. Instantlly, my cousin knew it was time to go inside and he ran in. My youngercousin, however, stayed outside. That's when my aunt came out.
"We're going to El Globo. I'll buy you hot cheetos."
"Okay."
"Do you always eat hot cheetos?"
"... Hm."
"Hm." She laughs. "Well, there's Saturday, Sunday and Monday to eat hot cheetos."
"Okay, I'll go." My aunt and I stepped inside the warmth of my house. The floor was cold, but my feet began to warm up. My grandmother was telling my cousin to coem inside, but he didn't listen. Until I shouted at him to come inside because his father was coming. At that, he rushed inside. I closed the door after him.
These memories will always haunt me, I declared. Hopefully someday, they'll come to end. Hopefully...
I opened the glass door and stepped outside. I picked up my kitten, who I named Silver, and I walked over to my grandmother's rocking chair she had outside. When she had bought it, right away I thought to myself, That couldn't possibly fit in the living room. There's not enough space. That's when she said she was going to have it outside so she could have a comfortable chair to sit on outside. And so, I sat on it. It was some what cool outside, and it was in the warm sunlight. I rocked the chair, my bare feet pushing against the cold cement ground. At that moment, as I looked at the sky, memories began to flood my mind. They poured out all at once. They were of a boy. The only problem was, I couldn't remember his name. Everytime his face appeared in my mind, he had no face, as though it were wiped off clean. I began to feel my eyes swell up with tears that never fell. Whatever happened between this boy and me, it must have been emotionally painful for me if I forgot his name and his face. I felt sick to my stomach, almost as if everything I ate would come pouring at the very moment.
Silver began to squirm in my arms, and eventualy, I let him go. I tried to remember what he looked like, what his name was. But all I got from that was pain.
Was it really that painful that I don't want to remember him anymore?
I looked over at Silver. He was eating with his family. His nephew, also a kitten, was at the foot of the rocking chair, staring at me. His mother, Tora, was Silver's older sister, born from, I believe, Mama's first litter. Tora went missing. Mama sits at the back door, thinking she's inside the house. Or at least, that's what my grandmother told me.
I finally decided not to try to remember anything anymore. It hurts too much. Besides, they'll just pop out of nowhere again, my mind said. They always do. At school, when I'm talking to friends or family, when I'm shopping.
The door opened and out came my cousin.
"Why are you outside, Lisa?"
"Nothing..."
"Okay.."
He ran to the swing and sat on it, pushing himself back and forth. I looked at the ground. Maybe I wanted to forget these memories. Which ever way I decided to forget them, it probably wasn't the best way. They keep haunting me, making me want to forage throug them and remember again.. even though I don't want to remember...
That's when my younger cousin came out to play. Both my cousins played, and I watched over them. I kept thinking to myself about these memories. That's when finally I decided to go inside. My feet were bare, and they were beginning to numb from the cool air. I got up from the chair and walked towards the door. Instantlly, my cousin knew it was time to go inside and he ran in. My youngercousin, however, stayed outside. That's when my aunt came out.
"We're going to El Globo. I'll buy you hot cheetos."
"Okay."
"Do you always eat hot cheetos?"
"... Hm."
"Hm." She laughs. "Well, there's Saturday, Sunday and Monday to eat hot cheetos."
"Okay, I'll go." My aunt and I stepped inside the warmth of my house. The floor was cold, but my feet began to warm up. My grandmother was telling my cousin to coem inside, but he didn't listen. Until I shouted at him to come inside because his father was coming. At that, he rushed inside. I closed the door after him.
These memories will always haunt me, I declared. Hopefully someday, they'll come to end. Hopefully...
