That’s My Girl - A Short Story

Thursday, April 19, 2012

I’m Aaron. I used to be a single man till one day I met a girl named Sarah. She is a typical uptown girl who you can easily find roaming on the streets except for one thing: she owns a big, warm smile that pushes sorrow away and I’m always in great mood whenever she is at my side. She has an auburn hair, a pair of blue eyes and a pair of naturally-red, sexy lips – a perfect lady for someone simple like me.

Having Sarah as part of my life has totally changed every single thing in my world and the way I look at it. I used to live a sullen life before she dwells in. The days in my life passed on with more smiles and laughter. Since Mum and Dad care more for their money-making businesses, I have no one to talk to but the Persian cat Mum bought from a pet shop in Manhattan during our last vacation. That was about three years ago. 

Unfortunately, even that ungrateful cat seems to ignore me. It sleeps for hours and only wake up during meal time. Thanks to Sarah, now I have someone for a company and she is also a potent joker. I can laugh all-day-long listening to them.

Unlike any other girls, Sarah is not the kind of girl who fancies expensive gifts. She accepts everything that I give her without any complain. That helps me a lot in my attempt of saving most of my pocket money for a guitar. Tom, my classmate at Junior High always complains to me about his choosy girlfriend who has been urging him for the latest Prada high heels for her upcoming birthday present. I heard from the rest of the class that he works at a seafood restaurant at night to earn the money he needed.

Nowadays, having dozens of homework do not seem to be a bad thing. Sarah and I spend most of our afternoon doing homework. She helps me a lot with Maths which I used to fail in and she is the reason for the A+  I obtained for a recent Maths test. Having her explaining things to me makes learning and revising a lot easier. That’s my girl.

Our parents? Mum and Dad do not mind me having a girlfriend. They both agree that it is something normal for someone at my age. That’s one good thing about them. Sarah’s parents seem to take a liking on me. That is proven by their constant invitation for me to join them at dinner. They sure make fantastic parents-in-law! 

My Invisible Friend - A Short Story

Friday, November 16, 2012

I used to have a friend about the same height as mine who lingered around me for days and nights. Her name was Nancy. She accompanied me everywhere I went and even to school. Similar to me, Nancy was a fair girl. She had a pair of white eyes and sometimes one of them would pop out and fall that she had to pick it and place it right inside her eye socket again.

One weird thing about Nancy was that nobody else could see her other than me. Once I pulled Nancy to Mum to introduce her (I almost broke Nancy’s arm) but Mum laughed at me saying “Oh Susan, is this a trick your friend taught you at school?” and pat me on my head.

Well, maybe it’s just that my eyes are more “powerful” than Mum’s.

Nancy and I always played in the living room. One thing that I notice about her is that she seemed to be more visible at night than at daytime. Sometimes she appeared right next to me out of nowhere and that scared me a lot!

We had so much fun playing together but I disliked talking to Nancy. She had a pairs of fangs on her upper and lower jaws which were such a horror to look at. Everything else was fine, I guess.

Nancy had never eaten any of the strawberry muffins that I had been urging for her to have. Once I forced a whole muffin into her mouth but it went through her as though she was unreal. That was spooky.

Our friendship remained until one day she disappeared and never returned to play with me. It happened when my family visited Grandma’s grave on a Sunday afternoon. On our way back, Nancy didn't return to the car to sit beside me. She stood firm on an old grave next to Grandma’s.

I shouted at her “Nancy, come in! We are leaving! “But she smiled at me and waved goodbye. She said that she has found her home and could never come to play with me again.

That was the last time I saw her.