Rainy Days
written by Zoe Underwood
Meet Evelyn. She's an aspiring author. Her life is pretty normal. Good parents, good friends, good grades. She's completely fine and grateful for what she has. Evelyn's favourite spot is the local cafe. One day she meets a girl named Isabelle in the cafe. And then her life changes.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
15
Reads
408
Life lesson #4
Chapter 4
Wallet? Check
Keys? Check
Phone? Check
Brain? Non-Existent
‘’Laura? Has Mrs.Roberts come?’’ She nodded and continued her conversation. Maybe I should skip school. Go to the café. What if you get caught? What if they give you detention? What if they make you write the assignment 100 times?Do you have any other option? The annoying voice didn’t reply. Good.
Thankfully I didn’t get caught. Where should I go now? Oh yes, the café. After I reached, I took out my laptop and started writing a new chapter.
~An hour later~
‘’Miss? Are you going to order anything?’’ I looked up to see the waiter. ‘’Uh, yes. An Iced coffee. Actually, a black-No, I’ll have an iced coffee’’ As you can tell, I’m really good with words. I read the chapter. It was actually good. Now what to do? I could write a new chapter. Nah, too much work. I could text one of my friends. But they’ll be in class. I could watch Youtube. Hmm, good idea. I took out my phone. Oh, great. Perfect time to run out of battery. And I don’t have my charger. I should probably buy a portable charger. What are the chances that you’ll actually remember to bring it?
‘’Good morning’’ I look up to see Isabelle. ‘’What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school?’’ The waiter placed my coffee on the table. ‘’I could ask you the same’’ she replied, placing her order. ‘’I forgot to write an assignment. So I skipped school’’ Coffee tastes good. Why does it taste good? We never think about that. What makes something delicious? The ingredients? Or the way it is cooked? Or whether it is cooked with love? Tiana says that, doesn’t she? If I cook vegetables with love, will it taste good? Do people cook vegetables with hate? Is that why it tastes so bad?
‘’Evelyn! Are you alive?’’ Oh wait, she’s still here. ‘’Sorry, I was thinking about vegetables’’ She chuckled. ‘’You’re weird’’ She suddenly turned serious ‘’Oh no’’ She started searching through her bag, took out her phone and called someone ‘’What happened?’’ She didn’t reply. With a deep sigh, she cut the call.
‘’It’s nothing. Do you want to go to the movies?’’ I was sure it wasn’t ‘nothing’, seeing as she was so tensed. But I couldn’t turn down an offer to watch movies. ‘’Sure. Why don’t we go to my house? We could watch movies there’’
The walk home was quiet. Isabelle seemed so tense. ‘’Are you sure you’re okay? Because-‘’ ‘’Shut up’’ How are you a Slytherin? Aren’t Slytherins cunning? Why can’t you make her tell what the problem is ? I’m a Slytherin, okay? Not a magician. It’s not my fault she doesn’t want to talk.
‘’I-I actually have to go somewhere’’ Isabelle said. ‘’Wait-What?Don’t-‘’ Before I could complete my sentence, she had left.
Keys? Check
Phone? Check
Brain? Non-Existent
‘’Laura? Has Mrs.Roberts come?’’ She nodded and continued her conversation. Maybe I should skip school. Go to the café. What if you get caught? What if they give you detention? What if they make you write the assignment 100 times?Do you have any other option? The annoying voice didn’t reply. Good.
Thankfully I didn’t get caught. Where should I go now? Oh yes, the café. After I reached, I took out my laptop and started writing a new chapter.
~An hour later~
‘’Miss? Are you going to order anything?’’ I looked up to see the waiter. ‘’Uh, yes. An Iced coffee. Actually, a black-No, I’ll have an iced coffee’’ As you can tell, I’m really good with words. I read the chapter. It was actually good. Now what to do? I could write a new chapter. Nah, too much work. I could text one of my friends. But they’ll be in class. I could watch Youtube. Hmm, good idea. I took out my phone. Oh, great. Perfect time to run out of battery. And I don’t have my charger. I should probably buy a portable charger. What are the chances that you’ll actually remember to bring it?
‘’Good morning’’ I look up to see Isabelle. ‘’What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school?’’ The waiter placed my coffee on the table. ‘’I could ask you the same’’ she replied, placing her order. ‘’I forgot to write an assignment. So I skipped school’’ Coffee tastes good. Why does it taste good? We never think about that. What makes something delicious? The ingredients? Or the way it is cooked? Or whether it is cooked with love? Tiana says that, doesn’t she? If I cook vegetables with love, will it taste good? Do people cook vegetables with hate? Is that why it tastes so bad?
‘’Evelyn! Are you alive?’’ Oh wait, she’s still here. ‘’Sorry, I was thinking about vegetables’’ She chuckled. ‘’You’re weird’’ She suddenly turned serious ‘’Oh no’’ She started searching through her bag, took out her phone and called someone ‘’What happened?’’ She didn’t reply. With a deep sigh, she cut the call.
‘’It’s nothing. Do you want to go to the movies?’’ I was sure it wasn’t ‘nothing’, seeing as she was so tensed. But I couldn’t turn down an offer to watch movies. ‘’Sure. Why don’t we go to my house? We could watch movies there’’
The walk home was quiet. Isabelle seemed so tense. ‘’Are you sure you’re okay? Because-‘’ ‘’Shut up’’ How are you a Slytherin? Aren’t Slytherins cunning? Why can’t you make her tell what the problem is ? I’m a Slytherin, okay? Not a magician. It’s not my fault she doesn’t want to talk.
‘’I-I actually have to go somewhere’’ Isabelle said. ‘’Wait-What?Don’t-‘’ Before I could complete my sentence, she had left.
