March 30, 2017.
Dear journal,
It was around ten-thirty when we lay on the bed after finishing the grand dinner which was prepared specially for us. Nobody was interested in the prospect of going to bed but I had to because I had to leave for school the following day. While I listened to music, my earphones plugged in, Lee paged through a magazine as she sang along (read: screamed with abandon) to a song sung by a 3-year-old girl back in the 90s. I had to denounce her taste in music, but I appreciated that she was reading a copy of Tinkle she had begged her mother to buy her at the railway station.
At last, we switched off the lights and went to bed at eleven-thirty when I nearly yelled out loud after seeing the glowing shirt of our other cousin, Darrell. He was wearing a spooky (frightening for me) glow in the dark shirt which I hadn’t realized was glow in the dark.
I remembered to set an alarm so that I wasn’t late to school, like the perfect student I was. However, what I did not remember to do was unplug the earphones connected, and proceeded to sleep through my alarm that hopelessly blared through my earphones.
I woke up with a start at 6:45 AM, with nothing but the sadistic urge to push Lee off the bed, because how could she be sleeping, her expression peaceful, when I was freaking out over being late! My dreams were crushed as she groggily sat up, staring at me through blurry eyes.
We took turns brushing our teeth but started fighting for the bathroom when we had to bathe. Luckily, Lee’s mother was on my side and she prompted me to go take a bath first. Lee stood by the door as I bathed, sulking and whining. I recalled that she was leaving today.
I made a face as I walked out of the shower as she rushed to lock herself in the bathroom. Then, I proceeded with the trivial morning activities- breakfast, doing my hair, searching for my socks, and the likes. Usually, I walk to school but today, Grandpa offered to drop me on his way to the railway station.
I accepted the rare offer and shuffled into the car. In no time, the car came to a halt in front of the school gates and a rather sad thought crossed my mind. Good things end so quickly, in fleeting moments but bad things don’t. I bid goodbye to everyone aboard the car and Lee waved back, grinning. And so ended, the time with her, the gloom from her departure fading into my routine.
Love,
Esther.
Authors
Esther & Lee
