GOOD BUT AWFUL DAYS

BY AMANDA MNCWANGO

Chapter one

The night began to devour the afternoon as Matthew walked to his

house. Without eying at the hours, that had flown across his usual time
of returning home from school. He trotted, swigging his gesture
restlessly behind him as he walked. And his eyes seemed empty and
cold like the thick wind that was beginning to grow fonder. Matthew
shook the frost at bay and admired the golden colour of the sunset as
it laid vista on the horizon like a gigantic cloth. Matthew fell for it more
as mountains grew dark, but the light still battled to breath behind
them. Albeit the warm touch of the sunlight was gone, but the artifacts
satisfied him. And made him less concern about the nightfall. Abruptly
Matthew felt the chills of the wind piercing on his naked arms so sharp
this time.
He started lifting up his feet.
The more he walked fast, more the wind grew thick.
And the more he ran his palms all over his arms, trying to smear away
the cold night in which had already sat on his hands, the more coldly
he got.
Shortly he was half
away from his abode. He could see the emptiness of the placed.
Through his mind. He could see everything. Empty chairs waiting to be
filled. A Cold and quite bedroom screaming for attention. And those
immaculate pictures of his family members were staring at him,
provoking his love for dusting them clean every day. He hated the
loneness.
Again Matthew felt the heaviness of the wind cuffing tinny drops of
drizzle onto his face. He threw his gaze on the ground, trying to escape
the dump breeze. He than ran a sleeve on his face and thought.
What if it was in his choice?
The sun would never grow cold.
His days will never end and his home wouldnt be his worst enemy.
And if it was in his choice he'd walk in his home and find his mother
crooning softly in the kitchen, whilst the aroma of the food she cooks
curls around the house, dragging everybody in the house out of their

leisure and arousing the roar of hunger louder than the silence he'II to
walk into, in a moment or so.
Matthew fancied that life as he hurled himself through the dusk. He
stole a gesture over his shoulder, it was darker behind him. Dark in
darkness it was threatening for storm. Lightning struck from the belly
of the clouds, but the thunder was none.
He stopped for a while and drew in the nightfall air that smelled of
rainfall and darkness.
Matthew than allowed his gaze to fall a long way in a direction where
he came from. And he swallowed a huge breath and darted away
towards the afar glowing lights ahead of him.
He felt- His heart stepping on a thorn, He hurled it on the road anyway.
His mind trailing a lot presently in that time. How do I call it a home
while Im the only one breathing around those walls? What kind of life
is this?

Presently in that moment the lights were starting to give more life to
Matthew's path. Albeit the rain was just a stone's throw away he could
smell it. And the nightfall was a jolt to him. He started running. Kicking
shrubs and weeds along the narrow paths, he ran as if the night was
chasing him. And after his short run, his eyes caught the glimpse of his
abode. He drew himself near and near until the blaze of the lights at
his house grew obese into his eyes. He blinked the lights at bay and
tossed his gaze on the ground. Picked it up again. He looked behind,
beckoning at the dark. The closer he poured himself towards the
house. He could feel the emptiness wearing itself upon his heart. He
could feel the darkness growing so thick in his heart, blurring his
vision. He nearly raced the ground on his face after slithering on the
loose stone, but mantained his balance. He slung his back pack over
his shoulder tight and began to trot through the dark again. He knew
his ways of falling and his ways of being on his feet again. That was a
gift he had and he treasured it.
As Matthew drifted closer towards his abode.
He noticed a silhouette reclined against his gate and suddenly his gaze
grew louder than the beat of his heart.
He paused and constricted his eyes trying to shrink the darkness in
which was guzzling his sights. And then he swung himself towards an
anonymous silhouette.
There
was a slight movement of a gesture from whoever was at the gate.

Matthew rolled his eyes around for something. Something he could

recommend as a good weapon, but it was dark. And the sharp rays of
the light bulbs slices through Matthews eyes blindfolding him, as he
picked his eyes up again. His hands bored nothing. He noticed that the
stranger on the gates gesture had grown into a flawless gaze. He
could feel his gaze fighting with his curiosity. As the stranger was
facing to his Matthew's direction now. Anon Matthew drew himself
across the street. He was now inches away from this shadow. And his
nerves fuddled with his knees more.
Eh hows it? Matthew called in his harbinger.
There was silence for a while. No sound or motion from the stranger.
Matthew cleared his throat. That had always been one of his
remarkable baits for attention.
Finally Matthew startled out a movement from stranger.
Hello! Matthew shouted above his lung and his voice almost shook
the fowls out of the trees. And he fiddled in the dark, taking further his
steps towards that person. Matthew gestured at both the tails of the
street for any sign of a vehicle, but it was dark, too dark it was dry.
Its me Matt bru. And Im starting to freeze here. Matthew couldnt
recognize the drawling voice fast. He cracked the ice on his knees and
slithered closer to the gate.
The stranger was wearing a black jacket and jeans that looked blackish
or of the colour of the midday sky. It was his old friend Aya, he knew it
and Matthew was assured of it.
Boy Matthew said firmly.
Pit isnt as cold as this Aya drawled as he rubbed his hands and rolling
his eyes along the starless sky.
Yeah probably not. Matthew murmured back and he slid his hand into
his pocket.
He drew out the key and unlocked his gate, ushered Aya in and he shut
the gate after him. A dead air between them grew thick.
Matthew swung the door open and Aya walked in secretly behind
Matthew and stood his ground against the wall like a fine painting.

Chapter two

Matthew pulled the chair adjacently to Ayas, it had been more than a
decade since Matthew and Aya had been friends. They were very, too
close they knew each other very well.
You been so quite bra, since you got here you havent said a word.
Matthew sighed.
'Whats up bra?
Matthew added while his gaze pulled up Ayas chin. Until it fell dead by
the time Aya cleared his throat and slipped out a cigarette out of his
jacket pocket. And without any doubts or hesitations. Aya flamed the
cigarette, drew in it longer and blew out a cloud of smoke.
Matthew searched for the response in thin air, and slowly the curls of
the smoke silently faded before Ayas response could escape his lips.
Shortly he shoved the cigarette between his lips again as if it could
block whatever he had to tell Matthew.
Do you smoke still? Aya asked whilst he watched the cigarette burn
between the crook of his fingers.
Matthew shook his head, but he was not sure enough. And the smell of
the cigarette, baited him.
Somehow the image of his best friend twirling a cigarette between his
fingers. And only spoke when he had to. This all made him feel the
BOLLY WOOD inside his house.
Yeah. Matthew beckoned at the cigarette.'
Yeah I do smoke.
Aya drew his last and blew the fog over his shoulder. And he passed
the devils weed along the table. Matthew caught it in-between the
crook of his fingers. A golden ring around the cigarette made it look
attractive and very noble and the it smelled of success. Matthew
sucked a cloud inside his lungs. And he exhaled out a comment. He
sniffed 'I think this is the kind of cigarette a man should smoke. He
sniffed again as if his nose were blocked.
Aya nodded softly, but he was not quite sure what Matthew meant.
Again he buried his thoughts under his wing.
Sincerely Matthew stood up and escaped the room, leaving a pin drop,
dead silence behind him.
Matthew could hear every sound outside, dogs barking afar at the

horizon and birds calling out in the night while they embraced the sky.
And the wind was beginning to ice again. Matthew secretly gestured at
Aya and was yet as silence as a still tomb. He could not ask any futher
and provoking Aya after months of Sundays without communication,
was the last thing he could face. Though he wanted Aya to invite him in
his dark cloud that was beginning for a storm in his pale eyes.
The thoughts in Matthew's head grew louder. His heat collided like a
rock on the walls of his rib cage.
He was not going to watch his best friend slowly dying on the inside.
He chose to take that risk once and for all.
'Aya...' Matthew muttered at him.
'Bru, listen. I've known you for a long time. And that fills me with much
glee because I can tell if you arent okay. What I'm trying to utter is
that. I know if something is bothering you. So whats wrong bru?'
'Talk to me please' Matthew murmured politely. Digging out Aya's
response with his sharp concern.
Wind grew colder, but it could not win any of Matthew's attention.
Friendship is always meant for people whom are willing to listen nor to
judge but to listen to another person's problems. Be present through
thick and thin. Through rain, storm or shinny days be a true friend. And
Matthew was giving out his devotion to that. Slowly Aya's shoulders
shied of coldness and then he rose.
'Man its not easy. I feel like...' Aya gestured up in the sky. His tears
began to fill his eyes. His lips trampling like the words were to heavy
for to utter out.
Matthew rose to meet his high and placed his hand on Aya's shoulder,
but said nothing.
'I didnt know it was eating her to death. Maybe- ' He paused for a
moment and whipped the tears from his face with his cold wrist.
Maybe I would have l dropped out of school and helped her into a
healthy life again. Maybe I would have held her hand until her last
breath fled from her body.' Tears streamed down his face. He whipped
them and more streamed down until he gave up and let them hit the
ground.
'I should have loved her more man'
'Who? What happened bru? You living me in a dark here.' Aya looked
at Matthew with strain-full eyes.
'My mother Mat. She's gone bru. Aya muted and buried his head on the
ground again. He tried to prevent his tears from falling because he
knew a man's tears should never fall. Moreover the pain was very dull.

What he bore inside was a gigantic rock. He let go of his tears at once.
Matthew rested his palm on Aya's shoulder, grasped it hard and shook
him up for comfort. Matthew forced his tears back. He was going to cry.
'No... ' Aya shook his heard. He felt like slamming something that could
shut all his sences and emotions, but only slammed his head against
Matthew's shoulder.
'Man- I'm sorry.' Matthew murmured in a voice full of pain, and sooner
it was blank inside of him like how it was blank around him.
Aya's mother had always treated Matthew like his own son. She used to
say 'After you two graduate. Matthew will build me walls of my house
and you Aya will nail on the roof above my head. And I'll fill it with
furniture myself, because I know the wood well then you two boys.'
That always came as a humor to Aya and Matthew, but then they
always used to agree. She believed in them both of them like she
never believed in anyone else.
'Aya! Aya!'
Matthew called out in the dark and his voice was devoured by the
sound of wailing trees in a war with the wind. He remembered Aya next
to him and being against the wall. He did not see him vanish through
the night and Aya did not leave because he would hear his gate
opening and closing. Matthew was sure of that.
He was somewhere around the yard. Where he chose to be swallowed
by the darkness of dusk at once. Matthew rose from where he was
sitting and started scrolling around the house.
'Aya!' He shouted with great fear sitting on the edge of his voice.
'Aya..! Matthew called out again. He began to run from every corner
and every passage that he knew was very dark. He checked into the
toilet, but Aya was not there. He searched almost everywhere. fighter.
Matthew raced the house. 'Where are you Aya?' I know you going
through a lot of pain right now. I know probably you hopeless and
empty inside. I feel that too. Your mother was my mother too. My heart
aches same as yours man. Where are you? Don't do this to me please.'
Matthew swung open the door to his room, it was empty and only his
silhouette laid before his very eyes. He switched on the light and
drifted towards his sisters room, it was untouched for weeks. He
paused for a while and dialed Aya's number on this cell phone.
Meanwhile the roof was starting to hymn a drizzling sound. 'Err yo this
is Aya Bee...' Matthew hung up the voice mail and pressed the dial
botton again.
'Err yo this is Aya Bee. Please leave your name and number I'll get

back to you.'
Matthew
hung up and suddenly he espied a cubbort open. He slammed it
closed and went on across the dinning area. Where swung open
another door to his mother's room and turn on the light.
There he was. His arms embracing on around the bottle of whisky that
was on its knees already. And the room smelled like a pub and
something biter. Next to him was a packet of dispirit. Matthew took
away a bottle from Aya's arms, pull off his shoes and pulled a blanket
over him. He left the lights on and walked out of the room distracted.

chapter 3

The funeral was over and the drizzle was too, settling. Meanwhile the
people were beginning to tear away from the crowed. Matthew raced
his eyes around, he was searching for Aya in a flock that was pouring
passed him. He looked so lost and he was noticing himself, thus he
started walking in an opposite way. Back to the grave yard. He buried
his gaze on the ground, setting himself secretively like a snail after
rainfall as he walked. After a moment, he got through the crowed and
pulled up his gesture. Aya was approaching him that time.
Matthew stopped abruptly under a tree in which looked a thousand
years older. Its pine needles and cones were no more and it had a huge
trunk that could be perfect for sculpting a boat. Matthew admired it for
a while. Studied it and then he took a few steps back until he felt his
back resting on the tree trunks rough skin. He couldnt smell the pine's
fragrance but only he could smell the dumpiness of wood and grass.
Aya came and stood his ground next to Matthew.
Boy, you cool? Aya muttered and drew a stick from the ground
escaping the eye contact.
Yeah Im okay bru. Matthew murmured, rubbing the tree trunk's waist
with his palm.
You? Matthew asked politely.
'Yeah man I'm okay. And I wouldn't be as okay if you weren't here with
me today. Thank you man.' Matthew fixed his lips into a warm smile
and quickly cuffed it away with a gag. 'Man did you hear that lady
whom was singing with a high note chorus back there?' He began to
giggle and nudged Aya with his arm.
'Ey
man I think I sing better' Aya laughed and thought of the funny
moment when he caught Matthew singing above his lungs in his house.
'Well from what I've walked in your house and heard. You should be
celebrating that you're not as a bad as that lady. Aya laughed pulled
him by a shoulder.
'Some people can sing.' Aya added.
They both laughed and began to walk towards the cars in which were
already leaving the grave yard. And already it was getting late. The
trees bore no shadows and the air was beginning to threaten a person
into pulling out a cotton from a bag. Aya escorted Matthew to meet
some of his family members. They greeted, Matthew passed his

condoles with warm hugs and handshakes. Even though he was not so
noble and not so fonder to be crowed a man, but he could play the role
very well. His manner and respect he gave had always been as rich
and gold. And he always desired to give it freely.
Matthew retraced his way back to the taxi rank. Luckily he found the
taxi half full even though it was on the Sunday and sooner more people
filled it. A taxi engine roared and shortly the taxi drove off and Matthew
let his head fall on the window after pulling out his R25 taxi fee from
his pocket. Meanwhile the taxi's engine was humming softly like the
rain in summer days. He desired the sound of it as it commenced to lull
him into sleep. Dawn came as quicker as if the night had a minute to
stay. It was a Monday and Wednesday was just an arms length away
for the schools to open. That time again for Matthew to wake, catch the
first bus in the morning and go to school. Sit in the science and math
class until his head almost cracks open. He hated both the subjects,
hated them so bad. He even forced himself into loving them, but how
can you love something or someone if they do not want to be loved or
love you in return? Matthew breathed, rolled to his side of the bed,
sucked in a deep breath of the new day and rolled back to the other
side again as if the wasn't enough air or room to breathe. Shortly he
rose and busted out of his bedroom, through the kitchen and he
unlocked the kitchen door. Drew a mouthful of air outside and
stretched a little. It was still cold from the night before and it was a
smoke's silence outside. Matthew stood there and watched the sun
slowly growing warm over crooks of the mountains at the peak.

chapter 4

The Mixit Jazz club was a new night club in town, located in the north of
the town Ladysmith on the Francis road that time. And Matthew had
been there twice at his leisure on fridays, whilst on his way to the bus
depot from school. He'd shared his profile with the other Djs from Mixit
Jazz club and booked himself a set after his final exams already. And
now he was only counting the days to his gig. He knew what kind of
music to play that could shake the crowed for as long as he'd be
behind the decks. And his glee would spill out of his heart whenever
he walked across the night club. He could feel the chills of an
excitement brushing against his cheeks and he could hear the crowd
screaming out his name over a blust of drums through the speakers.
No other Dj in town was as thrilled as Matthew. His love for music and
deejaying had always been more than the love for money. He do
anything to satisfy his keen for music, absolutely anything. He'd told

the other Deejays that he'd love to play for an hour or two without
payment. Who does that these days? Matthew smiled at the large
advertisement board embroider on the fence outside the night club,
until traffic light went green and back to red again. He still stood until
he got satisfied and crossed the road as it fell silence for a while. And
now the good view was out of his eye, and only the sun was blazing
over his pupils and the heat screamed over to him it annoyed him so
much. He wished for sundown. Momentary Matthew was at the bus
depot and its always had been the busiest places in the town, worse
the air smelled of heat and diesel, but somehow nobody was seemed
sick of the place, everyday people grew into hundreds. School kid to
Uitvaal,single trip please.' Matthew said quickly and slide R10 bank
note through a gab, under a thick dim glass of a ticket desk. Shortly
he received his bus ticket and fled through the fog of peaple.
Matthew departed from the bus opposite the Uitvaal taxi rank. There
was more to the air outside, it smelled fresh and cool. Matthew ambled
on the pavement. Checked his shoes if there were shinning. Yes there
we still glossy, but not so convincing to him. He bent down and ran a
cloth all over them again. And slithered his cloth back in his pocket. He
then polished his facial facets with his hands and continued to pour
himself on the road again. As he walked he heard 'Matthew!' politely
being sung in a voice that could be perfect a song. He slowly came to
his immediate pause and swung himself around.
'Hey Matt!' She called once more and their eyes met, his heart raced to
his mouth for a split second almost made him fumble with his words.
Moreover he kept himself cool.
'Hey' Matthew murmured in his bold voice. He's eyes bored more
question. Than what was happening on his mind. Who is this beautiful
lady? How does she know my name? Her friend pulled away from her
and now it was just him and her and everybody around was just
invisible to Matthew. His ears filled themselves with air and he only
wanted to hear that voice again.
'I think I've seen you. I mean I think I know you from somewhere'
Matthew said with quickly with a faint smile hanging on his lips. He
wasn't sure if he really knew her or have seen her, but he couldn't ask
her name, it was rude. She was going to be scurried away or maybe
feel abashed. You know girls are sometimes.
'Well, yeah- She smile and rolled her large eyes. Those were as big as
Matthew's heart. 'We've met at some point Matthew'. Wendy added,

her words felt so tender and warm like the fibers of the sun at sundown
on Matthew's ear. Setting him into vitality for more conversation with
her.
Matthew smiled and breathed. 'Yeah, I suppose and it good that you
recognized me first.' Matthew said vividly. He quickly scanned his eyes
all over her as she kept their conversation alive. She was slender of
model size, her eyes were so crystal clear and her beauty could make a
pit bull or china dog wiggle its tail. And she had a long black hair that
glittered and took the golden colour of the sunset. The air started
pulling the strains of hair off her head, provoking the good moment,
she resisted it and brushed it back with her palm. Her eyes were still
glowing and blindfolding Matthew not to attention to dusk. Momentary
she saw her friend leaving the shop and so Matthew and she
exchanged their goodbyes together with mobile numbers. Matthew
smiled at his cell phone as they darted to different directions. 'Wendy'
it was the registration name. 'Wendy' Matthew murmured to himself.
'Will I see you again- Wendy?' Matthew shouted behind her.
She turned around and reversed as she laughed.
I assure you, you will Matthew!' She shouted back vivid and waved her
hand. She was gone. Matthew slung his bag over his shoulders tight,
plugged in his earphones and sang all the way to his house until the
golden light faded slowly the vista of the horizon.

chapter 5

The evening grew into a thick dusk as Aya stood on the balcony outside
his apartment. And the hours were approaching midnight that time,
when Aya slipped out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, blew his air
on the butt of the cigarette's filter, held it to his lips and brought it into
a flame and suddenly sucked in a deep fog of smoke and blew the fog
alfresco. Greedily the night devoured it away. He had skipped his law
classes twice this week and he wasn't sure to be present even
tomorrow morning. He felt the air slicing against his chest when he
thought of the amount of school work he'd lost just for useless things
like alcohol and girls. It ate him from the inside. Dreadfully he needed
more room to breathe and the balcony wasn't giving him any benefit to
his doubts, He had to change his ways, it was time now. He thought to
himself as he held his fingers in which bored a half burning cigarette to
his lips and drew so hard from it he almost coughed. After a while he
ran to his apartment, snatched his wallet from the couch, walked out of
the room and locked the door behind him. He went away. Down the
stairs he went and he negotiated the curve. Escaping the lights into
the Dark Street around the corner in which led him to the small pub
amongst the CBD buildings in town.
Aya stood for a split second outside before making his exit to the pub.
The music inside whispered softly like the faint lights that glowed on
various places of the pub. Aya kept his eyes still from restlessness and
walked straight to the bar counter.

'Brazo' The barman called out politely over the smooth keys of piano as
if he knew Aya.
Aya nodded notoriously.
'Howzit brother?' The barman as he polished the marble counter with a
cloth.
'Good bru.' Aya said
slipping out his wallet from his back pocket.
'So what can I offer you tonight brazo?' Aya got startled by those words
as if he was a frequent buy at this place, anyway he took it as a word
for good service.
'Absolute, double it with ice please'
'Absolutely' The barman said with a lousy smirk that grew into a smile.
He poured Aya's vodka and passed it out to his with ices colliding on
the walls of the glass like icebergs floating on the Arctic Ocean. Aya
took a sip. And let his glass fall on the counter.
'So you live around this side of town or you just an emigrating bachelor
preying ladies at this his hour? The Barman asked whilst he placed
back the bottle of Absolute vodka that was still half full.
Aya gave out a slight giggle and drew his glass towards his lips again
devouring a large amount of spirits. He grinned at the taste of it,
placed it on the counter and swung juvenile from the barstool.
'Huh- the barman mourned to Aya.
'Well...' Aya breathed and fixed his arms on the counter, allowing his
glass to rest in between the crooks of his arms.
'I live ten minutes away from here, the Floor Entrails flat?'
'Oh okay. I know the place.' The barman said fiddling with a cloth
around his fist.
'So you're
a student?'
Aya wasn't sure if he still fell to that category anymore. He chose to
take another sip, ignoring the question but the barman's eyes were still
piercing through his when he kept his glass down.
'Yeah man, I'm a first year in law'
'Cool, pretty much after three I can get my freedom to provoke the law.
You'll cast my ass out of jail isn't? Aya laughed and took a swing from
his glass and drew it down with only the left overs of ice.
The bar man made his last laugh. 'Another one?' he asked politely.
'Yeah absolutely' Aya giggled and pushed his glass forward the counter.
The hours were had just rushed past midnight and sooner it would be
dawn, but he careless. He was used an hour or two dose before getting
ready for school. He'd attend his class with his eyes as red as burning
coals. And a ginger beer had always worked wonders to his hangover.

Momentary the barman pushed the glass towards him and offered him
a small bowl spiced up nuts.
'I've heard nuts with vodka can raise a bar' Aya laughed.
'Yeah, good service. They do combine to build a strong profit. Is that
what you mean? They both giggled once more. 'Well, trying to escape
the truth. While you know it. This lawyer thing is in you I see. The
barman swung the cloth into Aya's position and Aya jerked his back a
bit it couldnt reach him, another laughter busted over the music and
startled a group customers who were on their feet and ready to leave
the pub.
'Cheers guys.
Again next time' the barman shouted behind them as they were
already fumbling with their steps wayward to the door.
'Yeah brazo' A voice called out in a dim light and hands flew in the air
mimicking a goodbye.
'These guys are totally wasted Aya said shaking his head continuously.
He drew a faint sip and rested the glass on the table.
'I didn't tell you. Did I?' The barman shook his head firmly.
'Its Aya Hlophe'
'Shawn Molete' He said. He was tall and skinny and it seemed as he
was a tattoo adict. His both arms were embroider with writings. And he
had stolen a haircut of the eighties but seasoned it with the taste of
our century. Likely fade or BOB Cut, almost every guy has these day.
Moreover his was different, it had a long line in which began from
above his forehead and ended on the nape of his neck. Aya wanted to
ask him about tattoos and his hair cut but chose to dwell on other
things beside that.
'Man can I smoke around here?'
'Yeah sure if its only tobacco He said passing his an ash tray. Aya lite a
flame on the the cigarette without any hesitation. Momentary the
music drifted from soulful Jazz to hip hop. And took Aya's mind into the
street. Where life is only about hustling, meeting people and living to
treasure a good life with glitz full of glamour. Aya slowly gazed at the
curls of the smoke escaping from the light. He'd now got that enough
room to breathe he wanted. Where he could listen to himself and think
hard about what he realy wants with his life. Sometimes the same
environment we live may lead to the same thoughts we live with every
day. And as soon as we change the environment once a while our
mindset adopts and begins to change also. Aya was now on that very
same page. He drew his last sip from his glass and pushed it towards
Shawn.
'No I'm cool

now, how much do I owe you?' Aya held the cigarette in between his
lips as he pulled the a R100 from his wallet.
'Fourth five' Shawn said firmly as he took the money from Aya's hand.
He handed over him his change and took the glass away. Aya grabbed
a handful of nuts.
'Shall
justice finds it way into raising my bar' Aya laughed and Shawn
giggled after him.
'Cheers buddy, till
next time' Shawn said vivid. Aya threw a nut on his mouth.
'Cheers' He grinned, chewed and tossed more nuts, one by one into his
mouth as he walked out. He felt free and certified. And even the air
outside smelled different beside the smell of vodka, but he could smell
good coming and those were only good days. He tossed a last bit of
nuts into his mouth.
Pocketed his hands and retraced his steps down the dimness street.

chapter 6

Wendy settled herself on the step adjacently to her doorway that

morning as she watched the faint air dancing with the foliages that
seemed alive on the ground. Meanwhile the sun slowly was climbing up
the clouds to set her day alight. She felt the warmth of the sunlight
soothing on her skin and she desired the touch. The warmth was very
new and very kind to offer her a comfort zone. She'd never felt so
relaxed and down to earth on the mornings before. She disliked waking
up to face busy days, with people running up and down and having a
lot to worry about like school on her daily basis. She than let her legs
fall flat on the step and allowed all the light to shine on her thighs, to
excite the bright-yellowish colour of her skin that matched the with
beams of the sun through the clouds. Shortly she closed her eyes, her
mind fell quite and calm for quite along time until her phone beeped
next to her. She ignored her cell phone for a while but couldn't fight the
keen of reading a text with a blind eye. And so she flutted her eyes
open, pulled her mobile phone next to her. She began to read. 'Hi
gorgeous. I know you're asleep at this moment, but I hope you wake up
on this... Mat thinks about you until his eyes groom his eyelids. Until
his thoughts become his dreams about you. The last thing he breaths
are your last words sweet and beautiful words these days. And you
know ever since I eh... saw you, met with you I feel like i can float, fly
and sometimes i feel like... i can do everything.'
Wendy's smile grew so vital it pulled a sun's gaze down onto her, she
felt her skin burning. And she brushed the heat away with her parms
and brushed also her thighs and kept on reading Matthew's text over
and over again until her breath ran short but quickly she managed to
swallow a mouthful of air eventhough the air was thin. She stood up,
walked into to her bedroom and tossed herself on bed and dialed

Matthew's number.
'Voicemail' Wendy murmured softly and hung up quickly and decided
to text him back instead. 'Morning Mat, first of all. I just wanna say
thanks for the morning text. I loved it so much you just made my day
la best sweets. Well, if you ain't up to anything today. We can hang out.
Plz call me or text me if you get this. WENDY'
Wendy had always found this remarkable, breathtaking thing about
Matthew when he begins to talk. He always speaks his words as pure
art out of his mouth. And he made sure they find a place in her heart
always. She pulled herself off her bed and swung the curtian of her
window open. Letting in a blast of sunlight to embrace all the shade
inside her room. She tided her bed and shortly she scooted to the
shower. The sound of the water poured but her voice was on a climax
pitch as she sang out loud in the shower until the water almost grew
cold. She emerged from the shower wrapped in a bath towel, she could
feel the fresh air twirling itself on herself and she let the air whipe her
dry. At her bedroom she pulled out slim fit jeans in which were blue, a
shirt that was slilk like and caramel like colour of her skin and a
brownish leather jacket. For shoes she chose brownish velvet
Timberland boots, for her a pair that would go with the taste of the
day.

Matthew crushed another paper under his fist and trew it on the floor.
He wasn't getting the words out of his mind right. He stroke a pen on
his skul and bit on it, stroke it again and paused with the pen pointed
on a clean sheet off paper. The Guru Scholaship essay about music was
getting hard for him. He hadn't slept for a week now. He held his pen
against the paper longer, but his mind was blank. He head no voice
speaking to him. Probably isnide him the music was dead. He breathed
longer and tossed the pen with the paper next to him with grate
remose sitting on the edge of his eyes. 'Today I can't do this.' Matthew
mutted softly and roled to his other side of the bed. Where he pulled
his cell phone off the charger and switched it on. His eyes

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