Deepest Desire

Meeting her

How do you usually spend your Sunday? My ideal Sunday would be to wake up around 9 or 10, have your favorite breakfast in bed. Spend the noon at home or go to dine out, hang out with friends later, and party till morning. This sounds like a Sunday but it wasn't my case.

My Sundays were boring. One would question why was I living my life like that? No answer to that.

My usual Sundays aren't any less than different than every day. The only difference is, I get to wake up an hour late. I woke up at 8 and did my regular activity— brush my teeth, showered, and readied myself to be the plastic girl. I hate it.

I looked at myself in the mirror, so boring and pale. Even my reflection hates the sight of me. I was dressed in one of my fall attire— gray fitting sweater, black and white skirt. Since it was the season of Autumn, I was supposed to dress this way. I didn't have much problem with these dresses but I do have a big problem with applying makeup and be pretty from the start of the day till the end of the day.

I sighed and did my hair making it into a ponytail. My relatives called me Barbie, even people in my school called me that. Why you would ask? I had golden blonde hair, fair skin, big eyes, full lips, and a good figure just as how a barbie is portrayed.

I wasn't a single percent of her. The color of my hair was dark blonde, not light golden color. I was fair but Barbie wasn't. She was tan. I do have big eyes but not blue ones that most of the Barbies had.

I liked to watch her movies but I started hating her since people started calling me her. She was a good girl with a good heart. I wasn't. I was the plastic Barbie.

Around eight-thirty, I headed downstairs before Dad start to tell me for waking up late. Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I scanned the living room for the sight of Dad but he wasn't there. I asked Mum who was busy flipping the pancakes. “Where's Dad?”

“Probably cleaning his car. It's Sunday, remember?” she reminded me. Oh yeah, Sunday was the day for my Dad to clean everything.

“You look pretty” she complimented and instead of replying with a thank you, I chirped instead.

“Morning Mum.”

She smiled and greeted me back. I made myself a cup of coffee and sitting on one of the breakfast stools, I sipped my coffee.

“What are you doing today?” she asked, placing the pancakes on the plates.

“I have plans with Olivia so I'll be going to her house around ten and then just kill the rest of the time here since I am not allowed to go anywhere” I replied sarcastically. My parents don't allow me to go anywhere other than my friend's house. As a teenager, I was not even allowed to go to parties. My life was such a sucker!

“Here's your breakfast” she served me the pancakes which were looking delicious and with the sweet chocolatey aroma that made my stomach grumble. I knew she dodged my question since she had no real answer to that.

I was done eating my breakfast. I had nothing important to do and thought to help my Mom but she didn't need help. My Mom loved baking but today was something different. I could see the three different batches of cupcakes she was making. Usually, she doesn't make cakes of this amount.

“Who are these for?” I implored, going to stand beside her and watch her mix color to the batter.

“For the new neighbors” she answered, her focus on her work.

Oh. My Mom was known for her hospitality. Every week, she delivers cupcakes or cookies she makes to the local charity building and people are fond of her sweets.

I was curious about the people living next door and since my Mom seemed to know something about them, I had to ask her. “Do you know them? Or met them?”

“No. I will be meeting them for the first time with my cupcakes” she said, smiling.

No luck.

I decided to go back to my room and finish my book but then Mom called me from behind. I was glad Dad was still busy with cleaning and won't be wandering inside the house often.

“Get these items for me, please?” she requested, handing me the list of the items she needed. “Oh, and, don't forget anything and come fast. I need to prepare them early” she added.

“Okay” that's all I replied and went to my room to get ready. I needed my knee-length boots and a scarf. Wearing them, I took one last glance at the mirror before leaving the room.

I took the keys of Lime and headed outside the porch and towards the garage to take Lime out. I started getting the tingling sensation on my fingertips— the sign of nervousness and my stomach-churning.

Dad was inside the garage doing some repairs to his car. He noticed me and I blurted, “Morning Dad.” I tried saying that with a big smile.

“Morning Astra” he replied without facing me. I rolled my eyes and took Lime out.

“Where are you heading?” he questioned.

“To the Mall. Mom needs some items for her cookery” I answered, positioning myself on Lime. I change my skirt to skinny jeans since I couldn't cycle with skirts. He nodded faintly and went back to doing his work.

I peddled Lime and was out of my area, heading towards Billy's.

**

I was almost done with all the items except the fresh cream. I went to the Dairy section to get Pamela's Fresh Cream. I didn't know why Mum preferred only Pamela's fresh cream? She lectured me last time when I brought different fresh cream.

I scanned the stacks, trying to find that green and white box but it was nowhere to be seen. I searched the other shelf and then I saw it. I tried to grab but it accidentally back in the other direction. Dammit.

I hurried to get the cream but when I reached, someone took it already. I went up to the girl who held the cream and thanked her for picking it up for me. “Thanks.” I tried to get it from her hold but she withdrew. What?

I pinched my eyebrows together as I look at the punk-looking girl. She turned to face me and her expression looked fierce.

“That's mine” she replied rudely.

Excuse me? “I picked it first and I thought you were helping to pick it up. I accidentally drop it from the other side” I explained but she had no mood of listening.

“Well chic, now the pack is in my hand so it's mine now. Go get another one” she said in a mocking tone. What's wrong with her?

“There's only one left and I need this. You should get the other one” I said through clenched teeth and stretched my hand to take the pack from her hold. I missed it, Dammit.

“What a coincidence! I need her too” she said dramatically, pointing her finger to the lady on the packet who was smiling way too smugly.

I would have let it go but I couldn't. There was only one packet left and Mom would definitely yell at me if I didn't get the right one for her. I not going without that Pamela cream.

She started walking the other way but I stopped her, blocking her way by standing in front of her. With her all-black clothing, she looked a little intimidating but I didn't care.

“What do you want, Pigeon?” she grumbled, making an annoying face.

“The cream. Give it.” And who was pigeon? My name wasn't a pigeon.

“What if I don't?” she sneered. She was an inch taller than me but that doesn't give her the power.

“I know you don't need it so please, give me” I sighed. I didn't want to argue with this weird girl and waste my time here.

“Is that so?” she said and opened the cap of the fresh cream pack. What is she up to?

She had this wicked smirk on her face and I wanted to slap it off. She threw the cap to some corner of this mall, not even caring a bit, and dropped the packet. The pack of cream fell on the floor and everything inside it spilled like water. I yelped, my eyes widening in horror at the scene.

“What is wrong with you?” I yelled at her, narrowing my eyes.

She smirked and showed me her middle finger. “Someone spilled the cream here!” she yelled, her voice loud.

Hearing her, Jeremy, one of the assistants came and saw me and her, and then his eyes fell on the ground to see the mess.

The weird girl left after this f*****g art. I have never met such a bitchy psycho in my life.