The Siren's Flute

The Flute

"What did she say?" Rita asked me the moment I stepped out of the teacher's faculty room.

"Nothing much. Just about my tardiness and my missed activities because of it." I told her as we made our way outside of the school building.

"Okay." She nonchalantly said.

It's not new to her. Me, being called for my tardiness.

"Oh, right. I have this interesting book that I talked about earlier." She started. I think I remembered her mentioning something about a book but, I can't quite recall.

"What book?" I asked her.

It's our favorite past time to read books and share what we have read to one another.

"Y'know. The siren one." I immediately gave her a glare after hearing her.

"What? I didn't say that it's you." I almost jump at her. She never change, really. I just rolled my eyes out at her and continued walking down the road.

"Okay, sorry. I was just kidding." she said while catching up with my speed. "Let's just read the book. It's real interesting. So... your house or mine?"

"Mine. Mom will be home late." I simply told her.

"Okay." Rita answered gleefully while bobbing her head. I just shrugged at her act.

We arrived at my house minutes later. Rita, who's now fumbling at our fridge for some snacks, immediately made herself comfortable like it's her own house. It's kinda perplexing but, since she's been visiting here for a very long time, I am already used to it. You may as well call us as besties. Well, maybe we are besties. I mean, she's been my friend ever since kindergarten and she's the only friend that I have. We did not really label ourselves. That's why I don't really know. However, she's a genuine friend of mine, that's for sure.

I let Rita be and went to my room upstairs to change. I change into a loose shirt partnered with a comfortable shorts just two inches above my knees. I also want to feel fresh, you know. When I went back downstairs, Rita's already changed, too. I took a seat beside her on the wide sofa and started munching some of the snacks that she took from our fridge earlier.

"Where's the book?" I asked not long after.

She snapped from focusing on the TV and turned towards me. "Oh. Here." She said then gave me the book.

It was kinda old-fashioned but, the overall state of the book looks pretty much new. It doesn't have any dust neither that certain book smell that you usually get from old historical books. But it's unusual because it has nothing on the book cover. Not a title nor a synopsis. Nothing.

"Are you sure this is interesting?" I asked her half doubting.

"Yeah. Especially you being a siren." I just gave her that unbelieving look and returned to scanning some of the books pages.

"Let me open it to a certain page. Wait a minute." After saying that, Rita just took the book from my hands without a say and proceeded on finding a certain page. Not long after she gave the book to me that's now open to a certain page.

"Start reading from here." She said and then went back on watching TV. I started reading from the second paragraph of the page and was immediately interested on it. Until I reached a certain line talking about something like a flute.

It stated the following:

"A slender wooden-like object that shines brightly underneath the blanket of seas and has a flute-like structure, creates a wonderful sound that this world could ever hear. It was made of corals from the deepest part if the ocean and the scales of the fallen and last siren man."

"It is said to possess a very powerful power and can give its bearer life beyond all realms. But do remember, something that can't be seen mustn't be seen and something that can't be heard mustn't be heard. Once a disciple of a two legged creature sees the unseen, voices from beneath will be its eternal scream."

The chapter continued on, however, the story or the legend about the flute only covers a few.

"How's it?" Rita asked looking directly at my direction.

"It's interesting." I told her honestly which made her face glow from gladness.

"Right?!" I just nodded at her and smiled. I glanced at the wall clock displayed right above the television and checked the time.

It was already past six. I asked her if she wanted to eat dinner already and she nodded as a response so, I went to the kitchen to prepare our dinner. I'm quite a good cook... Kidding. I only know how to cook processed foods such as hotdogs, bacons, etc. I decided to cook some bacon and called for food delivery. Yeah.

"Rita!" I shouted from the kitchen. "What do you like to have?!"

"Sushi and spicy buffalo wings!" she shouted back. "Alright!" I returned.

After I was done cooking the bacon, I prepared it on the table and put a cover on before returning to the sala.

"Why do you have to cook some bacons. You know you can't cook." she said right after a sat beside her.

"Just for the sake of it. Anyways, let's share the bill." I told her.

"Come on! You should be a little better than that." she groaned which I simply laughed at. "You wish." I said right after.

After twenty minutes or so, our orders arrived. And just like what we agreed (or more like forced), we shared the bill. We settled on the sala. While Rita's preparing the foods, I went to the kitchen to get the bacon that I'd cook earlier. We ate so loudly. Or to be more precise, Rita ate loudly. She was so talkative while eating. I sometimes get tired of listening but, I did anyways. And I was doing that while watching TV. Huh.

"Anyways, what do you think about the flute?" she asked which I didn't quite understand but she clarified it so I was able to get it.

"I don't know." I nonchalantly said. I mean, it was interesting, yeah. But, that's just it.

"Don't you think it actually exist?" she curiously inquired. "I think it would be cool. Like you can use it to conquer the world." She said. I was flabbergasted.

"Really, Rita?" I eyed her unbelievably. However, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "I was kidding." in a duh tone.

"However, think of it on the bright side. If the flute really exists. Maybe. Just maybe, it can help you with your transitions. Y'know." She said.

I just sighed at the thought. It's impossible. I'll probably live with this condition forever.