Chapter 18, The Time Of Our Lives Has Not Yet Come

It was Monday morning, and it was vacation, the first day of vacation. I am so ecstatic that my legs cannot move. The question I think not even God can answer, why is it so nice to lay in bed like a paraplegic? That was another days worries. I had to get the number of... I was then when the truth hit me like a bullet: I didn’t know her name. How could I be so insensitive? So stupid not to ask her name! “You clut!”

 

            “You didn’t even ask for her number?” his voice was dry without any emotion; his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone. It was just enough; I stood up from where we sat and stared out of the window but all I could see was the edge of the swimming pool. The clicking sound his fingers made on the phone was penetrating my ears with loud bangs. I turned around, seeing John still on the phone made me want to hit him.

            “What’s her name?” I asked.

“Who?” he asked in an absent voice.

“The girl on the other side of the screen.”

“Oh, her. Just a friend,” he looked up from the screen for the first time. A smile stretched across his face with satisfaction as if he achieved something really great.

“I’m going to play golf later, you want to come? Begin the vacation on a good note.”

“Yeah man,” he said in a I-am-not-really-up-for-it voice. I left without saying goodbye.

 

            “Who killed your hamster,” the voice came from the back of my head while I stood on the flat surface of putting green. A smile grew across my face when I recognised the voice. It was the girl from church. My insides jumped up and down and from side to side when I turned around. She stood on the other side of the green with her blue skirt and sandals; a white top stretched across her top. The same blue eyes looked into my eyes.

            “My brother,” I looked down onto the round in front of me. “Just joking, I don’t have a hamster or brother. I didn’t know you played golf, but it doesn’t really look like you have the uh, right clothes on.” I said with a smile.

“We live on the first hole.”

“Oh yeah,” I said with eagerness in my voice. “I didn’t even ask for your name.”

“Michelle,” she said looking at me with a smile.

“Michelle, sounds familiar,” I just said it when John ran up the cart path with haste.

            “Did I miss...” he started to say when he saw who I was talking to. “What is she doing here?”

“Am I missing something here? Do you know each other?”

She just gazed at him while John stood still. “I didn’t want to see you again,” she said in a monotonic voice.