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Ria, are you ok? By Bruno Maiorana Characters: 4855

Updated: 2018-04-10 12:02

That was all about the family, for now. There were other people in my life, of course, just no one worth mentioning yet.

Truth be told, it wasn't that easy for me to make friends. I wouldn't consider myself antisocial either, I did hang out with people fairly often, asking them questions, listening to their answers, smiling, nodding politely, following the rules of social interactions, but when that was over, I was just as relieved as Mom was after leaving grandpa's place.

That was one more trait I got from her. Ever since dad left, being alone felt natural to us and having to talk to people required a greater amount of effort than it should have.

I do have one close friend, though. Her name is Gwen and she's crazy. Not completely deranged, but it would be conservative to call her eccentric. That's why we got along so well. She's a French-Canadian ex-classmate of mine who moved here from Quebec when she was fourteen and was transferred to my high school a year later.

Gwen somehow fit the stereotype of the tortured artist, minus the neurotic, narcissistic or egocentric traits. She was exceedingly modest, composed and refined when she needed to be. But that wasn't her real self, that was just an act. The real Gwen was far more complicated than that. The real Gwen drank, wrote and drew every day and would do anything to avoid social interactions. The real Gwen was so deeply involved in her own illusions that she had created a whole reality just for herself.

Most people would think I was the one who was crazy if I mentioned anything about treasure hunting, but for her, it was the most natural thing in the world because she lives in her own fantasy kingdom, the one I'm allowed to come in and out as I please.

The first time we spoke at school was when I caught her staring at one of the boys in our class. She thought there was no one behind her so she could stare at him freely. Thirty minutes later, she turned around and made eye contact with me.

She glanced at me and gave me this confused look as if asking, how long have you been sitting there?

I pressed my lips and smiled as if replying to her. Longer than you'd like. I know your secret now.

She opened her eyes wide open in surprise and blushed, knowing there was no way out of it. We sat together at lunch that day when she opened up to me, telling me everything, even though we had never acknowledged one another be


I spent the rest of the school year helping her with her homework and encouraged her to talk to that boy. She spent the rest of the year getting drunk and playing video games.

8 – Peter

My parents were sitting on the porch outside waiting for me to arrive, unaware I wouldn't be coming alone. When I parked the car, Mom stood up and gave me a hug. Dad shook my hand and patted me on the shoulder. Then they saw the girl. I didn't know how to introduce her; I didn't even know her name.

"Hi, I'm Hailey, " she said, cheerfully, as if nothing had happened in the car a few moments ago.

"Well, nice to meet you, Hailey. I am Martha and this is my husband Spencer." They shook hands and mom showed us in. Hailey smiled, complimented the house and behaved like a socially-accepted person who had never had any connections with any creepy ghosts.

I was glad to see my parents alive and relatively healthy, although it was really the fact that they did not need to rely on me. I don't want to be carrying any kind of guilt with me when I leave.

When Mom went to the kitchen to prepare the dinner, Dad asked us how Hailey and I met.

"Hailey is a hitchhiker I met about an hour ago, " I replied. Hailey smiled and pressed her book against her chest in a loving manner. Dad chuckled.

"I see. Martha and I usually pick up hitchhikers needing a ride as well, but you're the first one to join us for dinner, " he joked.

"I'm very honored, " replied Hailey, lightly curtsying by awkwardly bending one knee and pretending to hold an imaginary dress with both hands, as if we were in 17th-century England. Dad seemed pleased with the gesture and raised his glass up high. I didn't even know he drank wine.

A few moments later, Mom called us to the table. Dinner was the best I had eaten in weeks and I'm pretty sure Hailey felt the same way. Brown rice with sesame seeds and soy sauce, supplemented with grilled tofu, roasted carrots, eggplant, sweet potatoes, onions, and pumpkin. A hearty, healthy meal washed down by a good glass of red wine.

Hailey complimented the meal and let her book rest on her lap for the whole of dinner. Dad told mom about how we'd met and mom told Hailey she's welcome to stay with them for as long as she'd like. The usual conversation took place. They asked me how I was getting on and if I needed any money. I told them about the upcoming trip I had been planning.

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