The Whole Entire Time #1

Melodies filled her ears as she walked past the old merry-go-round. She started remembering the times she was on the joyful ride.
“Excuse me, Miss. ” She looked up. A young boy motioned for her to move over in an polite gesture. “Oh! Sorry…” She blushed feeling embarrassed. She looked at her watch. “Oh, I must be going!”
She grabbed her purse and started to go towards the apartment that she and her mother lived in. Her mother was a cheerful and gossipy old lady. Quite typical, right?
“Mother? I have returned!” She called. Her voice echoed through the short hall. She might be sleeping on the recliner, she thought, and her mother was. That was different. Her mother would be answering her by saying ‘yes’ or she would be awake cooking up something in the kitchen. Maybe she was tired.
Yes, through the past 3 weeks she seemed tired, but why today?
“Hmm? Oh! Welcome back, Harmony.” Her mother greeted her when she woke up.
“Oh, mother. How are you feeling? You seem tired these days.” Harmony asked. “Darling, I am fine. I just needed some rest.” Her mother replied and she smiled weakly.
“All right… ,” Harmony sounded unsure. She wanted to believe her but she couldn’t.
She just couldn’t.                                                 

  Harmony headed to her art studio wearing a pair of gray skinny jeans, a light green tank top and a zip-up jacket that she hadn’t zipped. It was super light blue, and she had rolled up her sleeves up to the elbow. She wore a pair of knee-high black leather high-heel boots. She had on beaded, purple-pink-and-blue earrings and a necklace.
She started to paint a flower on one of the many vines on her drawing. Harmony was going to give this painting to her father. She painted more flowers onto the vine, and soon the vines were covered in the flowers. She painted a monkey, swinging from vine to vine, and another monkey, too, swinging around. She thought it was enough for today. So she then headed to the mall.
She went to the mall frequently, to visit her father that worked at a herbal store.

“Father! I’ve come! It’s me! Harmony!” she called as she burst into the shop. “Oh, you’re so thoughtful! HOW ARE YOU? Oh! Sorry! Ouch! I’m in the back storage room!” He shouted back.
    “I’m fine,” she called back, stepping over the boxes of herbs and plastic bags full of herbs. “Hi, dad. I’m gonna go soon. To buy some stuff. I’m here to drop off Xavier, for you.” She said, while standing in the doorway. She held her 10-year-old brother by the hand.            “Thanks! Hey, can you get Xavier over here I need some help back here. I am in lane 4, stack 6. Okay?” Her father replied. Harmony slipped away, and headed towards the clothing department to buy clothing for her mother, Xavier, and herself. And of course, her father.

  She headed towards the WOMAN’S section to find clothes for her mother and herself. For her mother, she bought a baggy pair of dark blue jeans and a half long sleeve shirt with black and gray sequins. For herself, she bought a black silky/velvet dress with gray, flowing long sleeves. She also bought a zebra stripe skirt for herself. She went to the BOY’S section, and bought brown shorts and a dinosaur shirt that said, ‘IF WE’RE NOT MIGHTY, THEN WE’LL CRUSH YOU!!!!’ with 3 dinosaurs on it. For her father, she bought him a baseball hat with red and white stripes. She also bought him a simple black shirt.

Harmony sipped her latte slowly, as she looked around.
   “Excuse me, but, have we met before? I had a feeling you were Harmony.” said a deep voice, interrupting her thoughts. She looked up and saw her colleague, Charvier.
“Oh! Yeah, I’m Harmony . . .  I haven’t seen you around for awhile,” she greeted her old friend.
    “Ah. I see that you haven’t changed a bit! So, you want to have dinner with me sometime?” Chavier asked.
“Sure. When?” Harmony asked.
   “Tomorrow? At 5:00?” Chavier asked.
“Sure,” Harmony replied happily. Back when they were at middle school with the other girls, they would kill just to go out with Chavier, because he was the most intelligent and the handsomest boy in their school. They should be glad they ever knew him or saw him . . .
   “Mom! Tomorrow I’m going out to dinner with Charvier. You remember him? The guy I was friends with?” She reminded her mom after dinner.
   “That nice little lad? Of course I remember him! He always stood up to bullies for you, and he gave you money for lunch when you didn’t have enough. You told me all about him! Maybe you two should get together! Maybe even married and have children!” Her mom chuckled devilishly.

“Hi, uhm, sorry for being late, I had to do some studying for my  test coming up and my dad forced me to study. ‘No study, no dinner!’ says my dad! Heh…” Charvier laughed sheepishly and scratched his head.
“Don’t worry, studying is no waste! So, let’s order.” replied Harmony, waving over a waitress. Her name was Charlotte Yardo, otherwise known as the most obnoxious girl at the university. Charlotte stared at Harmony, then at Charvier. Then she ran out of the restaurant, crying her heart out.
   “Um, I’ll go wave over another waiter,” said Charvier awkwardly.
“Hello, what would you like today?” asked a waiter named Adam Shishtert.
Hmmm….. What do I want…., Harmony thought, tapping her chin.

After they ordered, they ate slowly, laughing and talking the whole entire time, but what they didn’t know was: Charlotte was watching. The whole entire time.

As far as Charlotte could tell, Harmony and Charvier were having a good time. Yes, she liked seeing Charvier happy, but it was Harmony, after all. Charlotte was not happy at Harmony for stealing Charvier from her.

“Dear Harmony,

I’m sorry I can’t talk to you live, but that’s because I’m probably half way around the world! I’m in Fiji. I’m sorry if it’s too sudden, just so you know. I hope you understand. 🙂

Love, Charvier

P.S. I’m volunteering to help children in Fiji! 🙂

 

To be continued …. …. …. ….

Thanks for reading!

7 Replies to “The Whole Entire Time #1”

  1. VICTORY!!!! Finally, I got you to use the INDENTATION TECHNIQUE!!! (I am VERY HAPPY right now…)
    I wish I could edit someone’s posts… Hmm… Eh. I gotta keep on hunting, or just edit my own.

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