Chapter 3: Gwennora
As I eat the so-called ‘Cloud Cookies,’ I look at Aaron. He is really scarfing it down.
“Ease up!” I say. “You won’t be able to even taste it if you eat it so fast!”
He looks at me like I’m crazy and eats a tiny bit slower, but only a little bit. No surprise, he’s done, and I’m only halfway through. He looks at the rest of my cookie with a hungry face, and I immediately shake my head no. I tried to warn him, but he decided to ignore me. As I take another bite of the cookie, I wonder why people like them so much. It’s technically a regular cookie, just fluffy. I decide I am too unsatisfied and toss Aaron the rest of it. I float up to a roof to watch the sunset. I always love to watch it go down with all the different colors, and then, on the other side, the moon comes up, racing to go up to the night sky.
While I watch the sunset finish, I hear a pop down at the ground. I look to see a small child crying over her popped balloon. I make an illusion holding a very real balloon, and make it walk over to the child and give it to her. Her frown turns upside down as she grabs the balloon and trots over to her mother. I smile as I watch her, but I have a panging pain in the pit of my stomach. I never knew my mother, and this little girl lives with her, eats with her, and plays with her. I don’t even know my mother’s occupation. I sigh as I go to the slightly broken mattress that I sleep on. Aaron looks at me, concerned, and asks If I’m okay.
“I’m fine. Thanks for asking, though,” I reply as a force out a small smile. But I’m not okay. I feel guilty, sad, jealous, mad, and lonely all at once. As I go over to the bed, I realize how cold it is. I turn up the air temperature and try to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
