Miss Chocokate, your conclusion is too far. Instead of saying that, I just keep quiet and observe her expression to see what she will say about the things that I said. She knows that I never lied to her. Not to brag, but I'm a nice boy, especially when I'm having a conversation with those beautiful girls.
I said, "I'm sure, but if you don't believe me, then that's your choice, because it's your life, and I'm not a boy who wants to intrude on others' decisions and beliefs."
"Um, can I buy some vinegar first?" Chocokate asked.
There are too many other things to reply to, but why vinegar? Maybe I smell like vinegar, but no. It might be her mother who ordered her to buy vinegar in the store, Missis Saura's store.
"Yup, of course, just buy it there, as many as you want."
Chocokate went towards the store. I thought she wanted to buy chocolate because that is what she always buys in the school canteen, but it seems that she prefers sour tastes to sweets.
"Ezekiel, Ezekiel, stop thinking about nonsense things."
The karaoke bar is annoying me again. The tone of the loud music is telling me something. I don't know why they are always opening that tavern at whatever period of time.
Eventually, I arrived at the front of my house. People are thronging in the streets again, especially at night, and that might be the reason why our place is dubbed the "island of witches and wizards," because people seem to be vampires who only come out at night when it's dark as if they are afraid of the sunlight.
I am so exhausted, though I didn't do anything instead of walking alone or running because of the foolish ghost. I should not think about that thing anymore. She might slap me hard on my face again because I'm taunting her.
My house is still closed, and it only means one thing: that Edward and Messy Sippy aren't here yet. They might be riding in a car currently. Not to brag, but The Baloneys Inn and Bitch Resorts is one of the famous places that tourists frequently visit. My dad is lucky that he currently owns them.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten where I put the key to my house, and it seemed that I would need to wait for my dad before I could enter. The robber version of myself showed up again. There are many ways to enter my house, especially if you're determined.
It's quiet all around me. I can only hear the chattering of small insects that can't be seen. I'm not so indolent that even though I'm still exhausted, I could prepare our dinner before going to bed.
Unfortunately, because of tiredness, I fell in love with a ghost. Nay, I fell asleep on the table inside my kitchen while waiting for the food to be cooked. Aunt Magdalene and Edward, fortunately, arrived just in time. They noticed that there was something in the cookers, because if they didn't—I'm already a ghost now.
When I woke up, I was already inside my bedroom, and I don't know who brought me here. Please don't tell me that it was the ghost. Is it really possible that a ghost could touch someone alive? That's incredible. I'm curious about who slapped me in the face and who swung in the swing by my grandma's house.
Never mind, it's already a quarter after one. I'm all alone, but I don't need anyone right now. I can't fall asleep anymore because of the hither and thither movements of cool air that come in by the window. I realized that if my blanket was short, I must learn to bend my knees so that I wouldn't feel cold.
The night changes quickly. Before, it was so warm, but currently, it has become cooler. I've been thinking that it would be better if I brought a prostitute into my house so that someone would cuddle me if I felt cold. I'm not that kind of boy. I don't want to experience a shotgun marriage, because I could lose my whole life if that happened, but you still can't blame me if I want a warm cuddle because of this cold weather that stays longer.
My sleeping door was roused from a deep slumber when I pulled it. I can't really endure staying with this cool air any longer; therefore, I will just go to the kitchen to boil water and blend coffee.
Perhaps I will sleep again in my classroom during the class because I did not sleep well. Fortunately, my adviser isn't so strict; she's just giving the test if my classmates are all present. That's also the reason why some of my classmates pretend to be absent so our teacher won't give us a test.
A moaning sound again? I'm so curious if every minute my dad and Messy Sippy are doing wonders inside their bedroom, because it seems that they don't feel tired. Certainly, I couldn't blame them, especially now that the weather is cold.
Eventually, my father and his new girlfriend stopped the wonders in their bedroom. I didn't watch them, but I'm sure they fell asleep because of the tiredness and deliciousness.
The water in the electric heater finally boiled. I get the coffee and milk from the container and blend them in my cup. No sugar is stocked, but don't worry because I can drink it without sugar. I don't care if sugar could make my life sweet, because salt can't make it saline.
Without hesitation, I raised my cup and was going to say cheers, but I'm not at a party, so I swallowed my cup of coffee and the coffee in it, though it was still hot. It tasted like magma, but the electricity that floated on the water made me quiver. I was surprised at why I did that thing. Maybe I wasn't thinking about what might happen. I will never do that again.