Hopeless Travel : Chpt. 1

There was never a time where I wasn’t eager to please. I had always wanted someone to accept me into their own little world. Yet, no matter how many stars I cast my wishful hopes upon, it had always backfired. Happiness is just a no-go for a person like me.1

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“Emi, sweetie, come ‘ere a for sec, will ya?” Gem Carson called out to me, from the kitchen to the living room.3

“Sure! No problem,” I replied, in the same tone, as I put one of my favourite novels Just Listen on top the freezing, glass table. The Carson’s house was practically a freezer, or an igloo in the Artic. Gem had always been cold-blooded, or so it had seemed. 4

When I arrived into the next room, colors of a rainbow welcomed me. There were paintings everywhere, with deep, meaningful, natural art. And the cabinets, a bright red and lime green, gave me a near sighted feeling - the color just seemed too much, as I always thought when I walked into any room of this house.5

“Hay, sweet-tums. Okay, so it’s like this: Kara and Lui are still at school, probably ‘cause of the rain. I need ya to run down there to pick ‘em up.” She explained to me, in that sweet-but-demanding-voice. Gem had her glasses on, as she read the comics in the newspaper, with her orange, but gray stripes from old age, hanging over her face. As her house, her clothes for today, were dramatic, as always, full of bright splays of ink blue, yellow as the sun, and blood red. There were splotches everywhere, like an art that I just could never find any sense in.6

“Emi.” Gem said, calmly, yet in a voice that could make even a child begin to cry. Her red eyes stared at me, with a vicious smirk, and I couldn’t help but gulp for some air, as if I didn’t, I’d die just from her horrifying stares.7

“Y-yes?” Seconds later, I replied, with my voice uneasy.8

“Are ya ignorin’ me? Daydreamin‘? Do ya think ya have enough time for that?” She spat at me, with full annoyance, as she shook her head.9

“N-no, I’ll go now, Gem.” I told her, with a weak smile, as I headed out the front door. Only when I got inside the beat-up, mini-van did I allow myself to breathe once again. And as always, my breaths transformed into heavy, loud sobs. I sat there for a full five minutes, until I headed for St. Bindle School.