Emptiness.
“Bye.” Felicia breathed out before life had escaped from her. Felicia, the only one who truly understood me, the only one who genuinely enjoyed my company, died. I remember whenever I talked about life’s matters, her eyes would widen whenever I discussed about my prodigious student, Karlito The First for their innovations in the elixir industry. I remember when I revealed that Karlito created a brew that allowed people to fly, she responded with her eyes wide and a loud gasp. She didn’t have to react with such emotion when I explained things, but she did. The conversations that we shared with each other provided me with happiness - I was able to teach my students about the various elixirs created in wizard history, counsel students about their issues, and most importantly carry on with life. However, she died and now the vitality that was once there, disappeared. An emptiness resided within my heart, I was no longer able to teach others, converse with people, or even live. Now I live my days sheltered in my house dwelling on the life I once led. |
Jackson (the person who sat to the right of me) and I were flipping this one water bottle and passing it to back to each other to see who can land it on the table. At first we were oozing with excitement because, our viewers had wanted us to do the infamous water bottle challenge and if our cherished audience requested it then, we had to do it. However, after countless attempts to land the stubborn water bottle, we became frustrated. Why wouldn’t it just land? Every single time we tossed the bottle up it would just drop, leaving behind a loud crashing sound and droplets of water staining the ground, but we could not give up. This was something that we had to accomplish no matter what. So, I grabbed the water bottle and tossed it up in the air with a heart filled with hope of completing the task. Jackson had closed his eyes shut, fists clenched, and mouth closed in fear that it would not land but, in contrary to the past attempts it landed right on the table. We were psyched, because for the first time, I had finally landed the flip. After numerous trials to succeed the flip, we actually did it, but most of all we were able to satiate our audience’s request.
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There they were, right before my eyes. One Direction standing just upon my reach. Rising up from the podium as the spotlight slowly increased it's opacity on them. The crowd's volume went up to a roar. And just within a few seconds, music began to play and the crowd's scream got even louder. It was unconceivable to see them no longer from a screen, but in real life. I started tearing up, I just couldn't believe and accept that this moment is actually happening.
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I walked downstairs into the living room and the first thing I saw was my grandma pointing a gun directly at me. I was startled of course, but more surprised at the fact that it's my grandma grasping it. Turns out my grandpa had found this in his storage box in the basement and brought it out in the living room for my grandma to check out. My grandma thought it was funny to hold a gun (without any bullets), and considering it was the first time she ever held one, it wasn't quite the response we were expecting.
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I opened the door and there he was. My father, my dad, my guardian, and hero. It's been 3 years since my family and I last saw him. He stood there on the front porch, slowly opening his mouth into a smile and gradually opening his welcoming arms out for a hug. My mom and sister ran towards him, leaving me behind by the door as they hugged him tightly. I was frozen. The person that I cried about for a whole two weeks three years ago was within my reach. He looked up and gestured towards me. I broke out of shock and ran towards my father that had finally came back.
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