Dream

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~Dream~ (Kamile) I walk around the neighborhood looking for someone to try my food. I have always loved cooking, but my parents think it’s a waste of time. They just want me to continue my studies. I hear sniffling and stop. I hear the sniffling again and something inside of me tells me to follow the sound, so I do. I walk into an alley where I see a boy with his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees and his head is resting on his arms. “Hello” I called and gently poked his arm. He flinches but looks up at me. I’m taken aback by how beautiful his violet eyes are. “Would you like to eat? I made it myself”, I told him, extending the bowl towards him. He looks at the bowl and then at me before he snatches the bowl. I smiled and take out a spoon out of my backpack and a juice before handing it to him. I sat next to him, and he began to eat. He takes a spoon full and once he chews and swallows, he begins to shove more food as if someone was going to take it away. “Slow down, you’re going to choke”, I told him. As if realizing what he was doing, he gave me a smile and slows down. “You said you made this?” he asks. “Yes. Do you like it” I asked. “This is amazing” he says as he continues to eat. “I’m glad you like it. I’m Kamile, by the way. Kamile Moore” I smiled, extending my hand for him to shake. “I’m Xander. Xander Blackwood” he smiles and shakes my hand. When Xavier finished eating, I put the bowl in my backpack. It was already nighttime and it was getting colder. “Would you like some hot chocolate?” I asked. “I… uh…” he stammered. “Come, it’s my treat” I said, jumping to my feet and grabbing his hand. “Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked. “I believe in being kind to others and I like you. Do you want to be my friend?” I asked. “Yes, I would like to be your friend” he said, taking my hand in his. I bought us some hot chocolate before walking to the park. “Did you really like the food I made?” I asked. “Yes, it was really good” he said. “Good, then I’ll make something else tomorrow and bring it to you” I said happily. “Are you going to become a chef?” he asks. “No. I just like cooking”, I giggled. “I think you should become a chef. You are really good at it. Plus, I’ll be your first costumer” he grins, making me blush. “Okay, in the future I’ll become a chef” I smiled. “Good, then I promise I will always be your first costumer” he said, sticking out his pinky. I wrap my pinky around his with a smile. After we drank our hot chocolate, we went our separate ways, promising to meet back again tomorrow. For three years, I cooked and brought Xander food. I also kept band aids and alcohol swabs with me because I would see him sometimes with a cut or scrape. I even gave him one of my warm hoodies that were too big for me. My parents always bought me clothes and forgot they bought it for me, so I gave Xander the biggest hoodie I owned. One night, it was raining and my parents weren’t home, like always, so I left the house with the food and a raincoat. When I got to the park like always Xander wasn’t there, so I checked the alley where I first saw him and he wasn’t there either. I waited at the park for hours, but he never came. The next day, I went back but I didn’t see him. Was he okay? Was he hungry? I continued this routine for two weeks, but he never came. I wished I knew where he lived because I never saw him again. ***
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