Tell your story.

Chapter 1.

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It was the day of farewell. I was searching for Mr. Anderson.

Just after I ended my hosting I went hurrying, asking about him, down the stage.

“What’s wrong?” asked Elsa surprisingly.

“Please if you see him, let me know, it’s urgent, okay?” and I ran towards the lab on the 2nd floor of the main building.

“Mr. Riddle, have you seen Mr. Anderson? “

“No dear”

I hurried towards the main office, room no. 19.
“Hello, Mr. Davis, umm, did great hosting “. He has really an appealing voice.

“Thank you, professor, you know where Mr. Anderson is?”

“umm, I think, you should ask Mr. Riddle. He better knows”.

“I am coming from him, he not.”

He was silent.

“okay professor, see ya”.

After peeping into every room with no sign of Mr. Anderson, it was hard for me to gulp down everything.

So, I just sat alone in the garden, on the same bench where I first met Kayle.

I remember I was a 16-year-old skinny boy who was all alone as always, swimming into his own thoughts, wondering about ‘the emotions and feelings ’, which was my favorite pastime topic.

This girl named Kayle sits beside me. “No doubt, emotions are relative” her gruff voice made me turn right.
I was shocked because this is exactly what was going in my head.
“Don’t be scared, I can hear that way”
I started telling myself, do not think anything.

“Mind has the only work to think, it’s not going to stop thinking”.

I stood, my shadow falls on her, and I realize how pretty she is just now. She has the normal brown eyes but it still appeared rare, her hair was black and shiny falling on round shoulders. She has worn some ‘Beatles’ teal t-shirt and light Demin. At that moment I just couldn’t stop thinking about her and I am staring at her.

“Thank you, I know, everyone says my eyes are common but still beautiful”

“How can you do that?” I sounded kind of husky.

“I was 4 and I could hear, but no one knows how. My parents took me to a neurosurgeon but. They say, I am blessed with it, so”.

I was still staring at her; I could listen to the silence at that moment.

She says” yeah”. I sat and not staring at her this time.

“umm, so you are the only person who has ever known what I think, I speak less and barely speak what I think. Umm. You are right, emotions are relative”. We then talked about emotions and feelings, until the bell for my history class rang.

She then became my only good friend until 12th December of last year.

I could see Elsa coming towards me, ‘might be she has found where Mr. Anderson is?’, I ran to her.

“where is he”?

“Mrs. Kapoor says he is gone, but I don’t know where”.

I turned and I knew where now to go. I could hear Elsa crying, “where are you going?”.

I just ran without looking back.

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“Then?” my daughter, who is 18 speaks honeyed.

“We are done, for now, will continue tomorrow, time to sleep”.

“No, please, just tell me where you went to ?”.

“No dear, no bloopers”.

“oh dad, okay!”

“good night”.

“ya, good night!”

It is full moon night. I can see myself in the mirror through the light of the sun reflected fiercely by the moon and now by my 45year old body to mirror and back to my eyes.
The light is everywhere, but if we wish to see differently, we can change the body we reflected the light to mirror and back to eyes. But not always.

I think we don’t have stories in life, life itself is a story and we are not what we want but sometimes what the story needs.

This time story has chosen me.

Anyways.

Joe Davis.