[HW] Still no title

Back home. As I already told you, I must be home for lunch. We all must. It is the only moment during the week that we share all together. Even Mario is coming since a few weeks. We have a big table in the dining room, and anyone could guess that we eat there. But we don’t. It’s just… big. Too big. We prefer to squeeze around the round friendly little table in the kitchen. Dad normally sits close to the fridge. Mom sits next to him, in front of the window, facing the view of the sunflowers in our garden. We four just sit wherever. I like to sit close to mom, I also enjoy the sunflowers. Today we have chicken and roasted potatoes. Mom, dad and Mario are having a glass of red wine. I think I’ll have some juice, and maybe I’ll take some for Candy and Lauren as well.

You already know Candy: she sleeps in the orange bed next to mine -which, as you know, is yellow-, and shares with me the smiley sun hanging on our bedroom wall. Lauren has his own room in front of ours. It is blue, not too big, and it has a big scalextric covering the floor from the door to his bed. But now it is lunch time and we are all in the kitchen, sitting around our friendly table. And Candy doesn’t really seem to be enjoying the juice, she can’t stop coughing. Maybe… Better not to think of that. She’s coughing because of the juice, there’s no other reason. And the medical revision this afternoon will be fine, as it has been for the last few months. I just hate it so much when she coughs… I can’t help thinking of those stupid days. The hospital manager should really think of getting a new catering for the cafeteria. Yes, those days were more than stupid, they were… I couldn’t stand seeing her that way, pale, weak, lying in bed; no eating, no sleeping. But those days are gone. And the revision will be okay.

Everything will be fine. That’s what mom’s eyes are saying right now, while we clear the table. I can’t wait until we get to the doctor. I just want him to tell us it is okay, just a cold, maybe even to laugh at us for getting so concerned. Yes, that will be it. We’re worried because of nothing. And now we better go upstairs and start getting ready to go out. I think I’ll wear my yellow dress. And I know mom will pick the green one for Candy, she loves the way it matches with the reddish lights on her brown curly hair. It is so cold in my bedroom…

-So, ladies, are we ready?- Mom’s got a master in hiding her feelings within a smile.

-Are we going to the zoo today?- That was Candy.

-To the zoo? Do you want to go to the zoo?

-Yes mom, I always want to go to the zoo, how do I have to tell you?

-Okay, okay. I promise we will go.

-Now?

-I’m afraid not… Dr. Ende wants to see you today. But we can go to the zoo any other day.

-What? Dr. Ende again? Mom, I really think we must get him a friend. He shouldn’t be hanging out with seven year olds all the time. I don’t know if I should really keep meeting him… I mean, it was okay for a couple of times, but what if he is falling in love?

-It’s okay, darling. It won’t take us more than ten minutes. And I’ll make him clear that I won’t let you marry until you’ve finished Primary School.

I sat on the front seat of our car, fastened my seatbelt and started biting my nails. “It won’t take us more than ten minutes”, that’s what she had just said. I wish with all my might she’s right.

[HW] Gemma (alone)

Gemma arrived home. Its classic hall stood in front of her. She left her handbag on the recently upholstered bench under the mirror, without even taking a glance at the image it reflected, and stepped inside the kitchen. Her laptop was there, as she had left it. She turned it on, and while it initiated she opened the fridge to discover, without any surprise, that it was totally empty. She looked hopefully to the white cupboards which faced her from the opposite side of the room, headed to them and tried her luck. Great! One of the milk bottles wasn’t out of date yet. She also found some cereals. Such a fantastic lunch.

She grabbed a bowl from the -also white- cupboard over the sink and poured some milk and all the cereals she had inside. Then she went back to her laptop, wrote the password and started eating. She didn’t even like those cereals. But she was so hungry… She opened skype and checked her online contacts. Obviously, he was still not there. It was only 14.50 and he said he wouldn’t arrive before 15.30. Tuenti, Facebook and cereals. 15.05. She left the bowl by the computer and went to the living room. The house seemed too big for her to be alone. It even seemed too big when it was full. She had never understood the point of living in such a big house. But it was her parent’s decision, not hers. And her bank account didn’t seem to be willing that to change.

She raised some of the blinds in the room and sat on the grey sofa in front of the TV. Not far from her lay the doll her little sister had given mom for her birthday. She took it and rocked it while she turned on the TV. Nothing interesting. Oh, wait, Gossip Girl. That kept her busy for half an hour. 15.45, there it was. She could hear the skype tone coming from the kitchen. She ran to the laptop -doll still with her- and answered the call.

Overture

Guten Tag!

It's me, Mac. This is my new blog, which I brought to life in order to present my homework for Creative Writing, one of the courses that I'm taking this year here in Hong Kong. As I was designing the blog, I thought it could be a nice opportunity to post some thoughts and notes maybe not related to the course as well. So, just for keeping this a bit organized, I will mark the homework like this: [HW] (pretty original, right?)

I would like to start out translating the Spanish lines written under the title, which I borrowed from a poem:

It is forbidden not to create your own story, not to feel that without you this world wouldn't be the same.

This is all for now, take care!

Mac =)