MythicMirror
Dreamer
"The waterfall was thundering. Stan listen to it calmly. He leaned back without falling from the chair. The week was stressful enough. At Monday, his mom dated a new guy. At Tuesday, she was crying the whole day and Stan had to consoled her while she was eating vanilla ice cream. At Wednesday, she dated another guy – a British one. And at Thursday, he met this guy. His name was John. Stan hated him instantly. He hated his accent, his behavior, his black suit and his glasses. John looked like Harry Potter in a business man outfit. He gave Stan enough to call his aunt, who lives in Canada and asked her if he could live by her.
Stan didn’t want to destroy the pink moment his mom had. If he said he didn’t like John, his mom would have reacted like a girly woman, who lost a beauty contest.
Now at Friday, he sat in this little café near the Niagara Falls. He was waiting for his aunt. She wanted to pick him up. So, they could go to that stuff where he had to go to get this damn visa.
“Hey, Stan!” The waitress with a red coffee pot in the hand said. “Do you want another cup of coffee?”
Stan pushed carefully his cup away. “No thanks, Rachel. My aunt has to be here any minute.”
“Ok.” Rachel placed the coffee pot on the table. Then, she put her two elbows on the table and her hands on her checks. “Why do you want to move to Canada again. Is this guy such an idiot? You met him only a day.”
“Well. My mom always takes mean machos as boyfriends. So… I don’t need to take a better look. I could…,” Stan made a fist with his right hands, “… choke him with my hands. He is such an idiot. But he looks like a nice guy on the surface.”
“Oh ha. There has someone rage in his blood.”
“Yep. And before I do it in front of my mom, I should better avoid it. That’s why I want to move to my aunt.”
“Don’t you have any American relative?”
“Well… my uncle, who lives in New York, doesn’t really like me since I destroyed his favorite baseball. And my other aunt hates my sister generally. She is the second daughter and third child. So, she didn’t get much attention. My uncle is the second child and only son. And my mom is the eldest child of my grandparents. Do you understand why Canada is the only way?”
Rachel nodded.
The glassy door was opened again. A brunette woman with a denim jacket and leather pants went through it.
Stan stood up, grabbed his stuff and payed the coffee—$2. “See ya!”
Rachel waved back. “Bye! And good luck in Canada!”
Stan and the woman went away and enter a red convertible. The engine started and the duo drove away."
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Stan didn’t want to destroy the pink moment his mom had. If he said he didn’t like John, his mom would have reacted like a girly woman, who lost a beauty contest.
Now at Friday, he sat in this little café near the Niagara Falls. He was waiting for his aunt. She wanted to pick him up. So, they could go to that stuff where he had to go to get this damn visa.
“Hey, Stan!” The waitress with a red coffee pot in the hand said. “Do you want another cup of coffee?”
Stan pushed carefully his cup away. “No thanks, Rachel. My aunt has to be here any minute.”
“Ok.” Rachel placed the coffee pot on the table. Then, she put her two elbows on the table and her hands on her checks. “Why do you want to move to Canada again. Is this guy such an idiot? You met him only a day.”
“Well. My mom always takes mean machos as boyfriends. So… I don’t need to take a better look. I could…,” Stan made a fist with his right hands, “… choke him with my hands. He is such an idiot. But he looks like a nice guy on the surface.”
“Oh ha. There has someone rage in his blood.”
“Yep. And before I do it in front of my mom, I should better avoid it. That’s why I want to move to my aunt.”
“Don’t you have any American relative?”
“Well… my uncle, who lives in New York, doesn’t really like me since I destroyed his favorite baseball. And my other aunt hates my sister generally. She is the second daughter and third child. So, she didn’t get much attention. My uncle is the second child and only son. And my mom is the eldest child of my grandparents. Do you understand why Canada is the only way?”
Rachel nodded.
The glassy door was opened again. A brunette woman with a denim jacket and leather pants went through it.
Stan stood up, grabbed his stuff and payed the coffee—$2. “See ya!”
Rachel waved back. “Bye! And good luck in Canada!”
Stan and the woman went away and enter a red convertible. The engine started and the duo drove away."
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