《One Day》teenwolfryan

1、第 1 章 “My n

　　“My name is Christopher, 18, and I have cancer. I’m doomed.” I stopped typing for five seconds and rewrote my blog, “I am Chris, 18, and I have the BIG C. I’m just dying.”
　　“Chris! Chris! Could you check outside the door. I think I hear something.” My mother's cry penetrated straightly through the door of my poor room.
　　“I'm too busy to kill myself.” I wanted to type more but my thoughts were desperately blew out by her yelling.
　　“I know you are kidding,” I doubted hearing her heavy breathing that sounded for exploring some good reasons, “That is not your fault. You knew it,” She must take a deep breath, “But some time the only one you can rely on is yourself, particularly your father and I...” It’s not a good reason instead of a well-worn excuse or a cliche. I realized I must cut it up.
　　“For God sake, when do you call the cancer for THAT.” After dodging her, I took huge steps and descended to the entrance for checking with zero interest.
　　“It just Amazon.” the yellow smiling face mark made me want to throw up.
　　“Jesus! I nearly forget!” She repented for her poor memory with growling.
　　“Thanks, Honey! You can take the sandwich if...” I already moved back to my room and put the handset on even though I sincerely was not comfort with it. Basically I was following the lyrics of some random rock music “I’ve been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...”.
　　Nearly after one minutes, a sequence of knocking dragged me out of another rock song and I can pictured my mom leaned against the door with a full of lectures. She was just like the hamster in the wheel. It was worthless for no ending.
　　She burst into words right after I was thinking of compromise.
　　“Honey, you should live for today.”
　　“Yeah, cause I have no tomorrow.” I resented for what I just said because the reply did hurt both of us.
　　“No, silly boy, of course not! No one can promise whoever has a promising future, but, like the morning drew, we should cherish today. Isn’t it Promise me, live for today.” I could eavesdrop her trill.
　　“O...kay, live for today.” I murmured to the screen of my laptop after making sure that her breath vanished behind the door.
　　* * *
　　After lunch, I headed to lawn through the door way which white paint had come off, like dead wood struggled in the frame. The lunch scene resurfaced in my mind and I could not help filming it that mom and dad had debated the health issue of GMF and I just had answered the damn question “we’re all gonna be ill and pass away” because they both had turned to me for a wiser opinion. That was the KARMA.
　　I must admit I was way too pessimistic except enjoying lying against the green and tickling grass in the autumn afternoons. I could see the orange halo by closing my eyes. After a while, I saw a remote land where a maid sat in the same porch with a clump of unknown flowers. She was sewing a piece of off-white robe while singing a sad song till a lad came to propose. I vaguely heard the maid's name-Amaranta but in a minute the scene vanished. I was pulled out from my fantasy by a canary-like voice and returned to reality. The sunshine was still enchanting. I leaped from the ground soon after hearing a girl's voice.
　　“Oh! I don't mean to scare you. Are you alright”
　　“Yup! Never be better more!” I still could hear my heartbeats while I was counting.
　　“Christopher, right The supporting group”
　　“Right! The Insulting Christ.” I inadvertently showed my self-deprecating humor, “Come on, just Chris.”
　　“OK! ‘just Chris’!” She made a quotation mark by her slender and pale fingers with her sunshine-like smile.
　　I was staring at her. A beautiful girl with a acid blue woolen hat was featured with a jean jacket and a purple skirt embellished with blossoms.
　　“And your name...” I scratched my hind-neck.
　　“Sorry, Emma.” She made a face and shrugged,”Just Emma.” We both burst into laughter at the same time.
　　“Actually, I have barely noticed you're there.” This was a lie because I never noticed a girl named Emma, or posing a figure cross for never paying any attention on anyone. However now, she activated my living-but-alomost-like-withered heart to feel the beauty of nature.
　　She was biting her underlip, sitting on the lawn after holding by her arm. And she tittered.
　　“Because I barely attend there. You know, Mr. Green, is kinda weird, or dramatic.”
　　“Let's pray. Jesus is in everyone's hearts.” I raised my arms and imitated him to play a guitar while closing my eyes.
　　Then I had a glimpse of her, and she was staring me. She was lightly shaking her head and lowered it.
　　“Have you been to Moth Bay” She lifted her left brow. “about 5 miles away.”
　　“Nope, but I can tell it must be a magic place.”
　　“Then you must come to jump into the rabbit hole.”
　　“I...I should tell my mom.” I hesitatingly stood up, biting my lips.
　　“Definitely.” She shrugged.
　　“You know, the typical mom. Paranoid. Acting like a crazy woman.” I tried to roll my eyes dramatically and might attempt to convince her that I was not a “Mother’s Boy”.
　　“Cool. It is, especially in this age.”
　　I aced the “drama test”. Maybe I should celebrate with my boys Ted, “Captain Pimple”, and “Shorty” for my hype that I’m about to live in the Beverley Hills tonight. In respect of this cheerful intercourse, I would seal my mouth rather than gossiped with anyone else because it would made me popular, yes, popular in others’ gossips. ALARM, popular equals danger.
　　I rashly tapped my right thigh and turned straightly to the living room where my mother was watching a reality show.
　　“Hi, mom.” I leaned against the door-frame meanwhile designing appropriate dialogues not looking straight to her.
　　“Hi, honey. Is it hot outside now” She still concentrated on the screen and said with lazy tone.
　　“kind of.” I looked away and stared to the curtain even though it made me more anxious.
　　I sniffed.
　　“I'm going out with my friend.” I assumed Emma didn't mind the intimate title.
　　“Ted” Her gaze was still on the TV.
　　I sniffed again. Ted probably was indulged in his LOL now. In his own words, he was in relief as long as Demacia lives. I almost forgot I made my promise I was thrilled to team up with him to SLAM the enemy in Ms. Bichapp’s class. Yet it was reasonable I could break my words. “It’s not about friendship, man! I can make my mend any time then” I assured this can convince Ted.
　　“Nope! A new friend.” I can't stop scratching my scalp. At that moment, I’d love to check myself in to Indians’ tents if I was in James Cooper’s works.
　　"A new friend" She almost cried out.
　　“It can’t be.” She whispered, and erupted astonishment out from her eyes.
　　“We just met on the lawn.”
　　She approached the window and acted the performance with covering the mouth and keeping her eyes open like a scene from one of Chaplin’s silent films.
　　“Go! Enjoying your first date!” She shook and nodded her head.
　　“Jesus!” I could have finished the line “It's not a date” or “she's just a friend I just met today”, but I swallowed it into my stomach.
　　“Okay, I will.” I couldn't disappoint who loved me, cared me most now. In particular, I, they cared with their hearts, had no tomorrow.
　　“And don't forget your iPhone.”
　　* * *
　　“We’re here! Sleepy bird!”
　　I huddled up, in the passenger seat beside her, dying for dozing over the day, while her songbirds-like voice raised my spirits.
　　“It makes me sleepy.” I smiled at her, attempting to make some excuses automatically.
　　She headed to the beach straightforwards. I saw her taking slow paces, arms crossed before her chest, while I was still.
　　It seemed the sun with scarlet ray had been tamed by cold sea breezes and a sliver of clouds( it might drop one Celsius by one minute). In the opposite direction, the darkness was encroaching the light with no mercy. Some clouds were shaped into war drums.
　　Leaving dozens of footprints on the sand, which was like a snake curving though underneath the beach, I approached Emma while my fixed and no-strength hands were put into the front pouch of my black hoodie. At that moment, I froze by catch the sight of her back---the power locked in her slim body.
　　She turned to check on me and squeezed her black eyes a little bit because of the wild sea wind. Her eyes exactly like obsidian, which enlighten the gray scene.
　　“You know, why don’t we leave, and start a new life only we love, we care. The priority of the day is today. There are no more plans for tomorrow.”
　　“That’s just a pseudovision, a paper town or something blinds our mind.” I looked at her with my sick objective attitude. “But I know, it’s perfect.”
　　“Perfect for being unreal” She almost cried. Her voice was getting hoarse.
　　“I don’t know, really, Emma! I think I should talk from some objective perspectives. I don’t know, I, I don’t mean to.” I suddenly made myself speechless. I was wrong. I didn’t finish my words. It sucked.
　　“Forget it, Chris. Just forget it.” After ten seconds, she said.
　　We didn’t speak for a while.
　　I was sad about ruining the mirage of harmony, but Emma broke the silence, and my nonsense.
　　“To be honest, I don’t think I am ‘Margo’ even though she’s damn cool, but you,” her eyes directly met mine, “you’re kinda like him, don’t you”
　　“Who Quentin” I sniffed at her. But in this moment, I couldn’t even face at her right now because she was correct. She saw though my mind about regarding her as Margo or the certain girls like Margo.
　　“She’s always being a canary captive in the cage, just as most people’s thought. Actually, she’s like a normal bird who wants to run out of the cage and does anything she wants to do. The paper town is her purgatory.”
　　She glared at me with her oversize glowing eyes seemed to check whether I agreed with her.
　　But I already messed my mind because of her opinions, and thus I played dumb. She looked a quite bit disappointed and kept talking.
　　“But I...I got pull out all my guts to face it, to face this damn miserable world.”
　　I heard she was sniffling though she hid her face into her long brown hair.
　　I gently leaned on her and held her head on my right shoulder. I could catch the smell of her hair-it’s jasmine, not strong but still make me relaxed. I wiped out a drop of tear on her chin with my finger. There was a light of reflection of sunset in it. It seemed light up the sky and blew away the darkness.
　　“I think I will never see this beautiful view again.”This was like a question.
　　“Fortunately we, you and I, already recorded this with our hearts today.”
　　“We should cherish the day.” She kissed my right wrist.
　　“We should.” I kissed back on her forehead.
　　“Even if our Domesday calling by tomorrow.” I murmured to the sky. The words headed to the direction of light and disappeared before anyone caught.