I WaNT

[Sophie Sade Mackerainien]

Today had been a good day, so far. She’d gone to the Laundromat and met someone knew, teaching him how to properly use the washing machine. It felt good to help people. Then, they’d found out they were apartment neighbours! THEN there was the bright idea to go get ice cream! Which was genius, considering it was still summer and ice cream was simply amazing to begin with. She even ate ice cream in the winter! Sophie had decided that Christopher should meet her brother Julio, so they went to her apartment to invite him for ice cream. But of course, him being awkward left. Something about..groceries and meditating machines. Eh, who knows.


She walked with a slight bounce in her step. Her and Chris had the greatest conversations ever. It went from talking about squishing ant hills, to stray cats to funny poses in catalogues and then how disgusting Dasani water is. Oh the chemicals. So good and filled with protein! WOO!


“Ice-cream Ice-cream, I want some I want some. Ice cream Ice cream I want some, I get the ice-cream cone!” she giggled, “So Chris, you know the hot potato song where you pass around something and whoever gets it in the end loses, well this is a game my brother and I made up. Whoever gets the thing in the end wins! AND the other person loses, having to give the other person ice-cream! It’s great!” she explained, waving her arms around as she spoke, trying the best she could to tell him about the game.


She saw the small shop up ahead with it’s bright yellow and white lettering reading ‘LEMON YELLOW’ If she could work anywhere she’d want to work there. She absolutely loved going to the Lemon Yellow restaurant. She really only went there for the ice cream. You could buy it in so many different forms; cone, waffle cone; cup; tub; between cookies; you could even ask them to do it a different way and they would do it; HEY you could ask for samples too! It was all too amazing!


She looked out to the beach a while back. There were two people surfing out there. Her jaw dropped. She knew that Faer Lake was a famous place to go surfing but she never actually knew that people who lived on the island could surf! She..she wanted to meet them! It’d be so cool! She turned to Chris, “Hey look at those people out there!” she said, pointing to the waves rolling around the surfers, “I’d be so neat to surf, don’t you think?”

[Christopher Blake]

<sup>Chris had never liked sand very much. In fact, Chris had never much liked the beach. He didn’t exactly have pleasant memories on it. When he was younger about 5 or 6, it was a regular occurrence for him to go down to the beach with his mom. That outing always ended with Chris going home with shorts and hair filled with sand. It wasn’t pleasant having to scrape the sand away later. It was also on one of these outings that Chris last saw his mom. He had been picking sea shells by the reef, staying away from the nasty crabs and other such creepy crawlies that tried to get too near to him, but when he went back to where he’d left his mom sitting, she was nowhere to be found. He remembered wandering around for the rest of the afternoon sand getting stuck between his toes and the chilly sea air brushing against his wet cheeks.

Now as Chris walked along the beach alongside Sophie, he felt that same feeling of the hard hot sand slipping into his shoes and between his toes once more. Not a very fun feeling. His eyes drifted towards the shoreline, lingering on a small child who was happily splashing in the waves.

“Ice-cream Ice-cream, I want some I want some I want some. Ice cream Ice cream I want some, I get the ice-cream cone!” Sophie sang with a giggle, “So Chris, you know the hot potato song where you pass around something and whoever gets it in the end loses, well this is a game my brother and I made up. Whoever gets the thing in the end wins! AND the other person loses, having to give the other person ice-cream! It’s great!”

Chris’ melancholy mood had quickly changed once Sophie's song started.

"How did you come up with that? I want to play! You think your brother would play with me too? Maybe Taro would play! Oh I'm so excited! I'm going to teach him the song as soon as I get home!" He said excitedly already imagining how things would turn out. Taro would be so happy. Singing and playing the hot potato song that wasn't actually the hot potato song but in fact involved ice cream which would they would have to leave the apartment together on an outing to get said ice cream, which would actually be an outing for a date o sorts which taro wouldn’t be informed about. Yes. Brilliant plan!

The large brightly coloured sign greeted Chris and Sophie as they approached the Lemon Yellow, Chris taking in every flavour available. There were many many to choose from. More than half of the flavours he’d never even heard of! Kitty Kat Swirl? What on earth was that? Hopefully not made from cats. If it was made from kittens…Chris; imagination soon began reeling with images of poor innocent kittens being…being…oh it was too horrible to imagine!

“Hey look at those people out there!” Sophie said, pointing to the waves rolling around a couple surfers, “It’d be so neat to surf, don’t you think?”

Chris’ gaze followed Sophie’s finger in the direction it was pointing in. There, as she’d said were two people surfing. Wow. They were going through waves and doing other such amazing things, all without falling!

“Yeah,” he said watching them a moment longer. “But I would fall. And I’m not a very good swimmer. Well, actually, I can’t really swim,” he said slightly embarrassed. Imagine living on an island all his life and never learning how to swim! “Oh, Sophie…” he began, glancing at the sign once more, “The kitty Kat swirl…isn’t actually made of kittens…is it?” He asked chewing the inside of his cheek.</sup>