The Return of the Attarians- A Short Story By a 14 Year Old

So, due to the positive response to my last post, I have decided to type, let’s say, the second chapter of this short story. For reading chapter 1, click here.

For those who are new to this story please keep in mind that I am not 14 now. Please forgive me if you see any grammatical mistakes :-)

You can comment and tell me if you like this story and want this story to go on, or even if you don’t like it. It will make it easier for to decide whether I should keep on writing this story or not.

The Return of the Attarians

Chapter 2

“Why are you so angry? He looked like a good person to me,” he said.

“Well just leave this topic,” I said.

“Oh, no. I completely forgot to tell you. Your mom called. She told my mom that they are going to Newyork for some reason, so you’ll be staying here with us,” he said.

“Oh no!” I said sadly, “At least she should have talked to me about it.”

“What do you mean by ‘oh no’, Sera?” he asked me while trying to read the expressions on my face, “We’ll have a lot of fun. We can play video games, we can go for skating, we can…..”

“Yeah, but….” I protested.

“We can even go to meet that guy.What was his name?” he said, “Yeah, Array.”

“I don’t wanna go out there and meet anybody,” I said. He totally knew how to annoy me.

“Ok, then we’ll go to Serena’s house,” he said and looked at me as he was expecting a reply of some kind.

Yeah, he knew that I really liked hanging out with Serena. Excitement rose inside me.

“That will be fantastic, Joe” I remarked, “..and Serena, and Maria. It will be exciting, Joe.”

“That what I wanted you to say,” he said and smiled. “I am very tired. I just want to go to bed.”

“But I think your mom is waiting for us at lunch,” I reminded him.

“I completely forgot,” he exclaimed.

We ran towards the dining room.

“Hi, you kept me waiting for a very long time,” she said while looking at him with love.

We had a very fine conversation and very nice lunch. The lunch consisted of Italian food and his mother was kind enough to bake her special cupcakes for me.

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“Let’s go to see Array,” he said as soon as we entered his room.I think it’s because of the sweet cupcakes. They have acted like an energy drink on him.

“Not again,” I whispered. A whisper that was drenched in annoyance.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing. Let’s go.” I replied.

We ran towards the backyard door. He opened the door. The backyard was replaced with a desert like place. I could see the ugly looking huts everywhere. My observation was hindered when someone suddenly touched my shoulder.

“What’s up?”

I turned to see who was that. I saw a boy of our age. He had very different features.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am Abbay,” he replied and shifted his gaze towards Joe. Joe was a tall fair boy. He had brown almond eyes and silky brown hair. The thing that was most prominent on his face was his big round ‘Harry Potter’ glasses.

“Hey, you look interesting,” he said while his eyes moved from me to Joe and Joe to me,”I love chickens!”

“Wait, what?” I asked pushing Joe away from him.

“It’s just that I like Americans. Especially the white and fair ones.”

“Oh, I am glad to hear that,” I said trying my best to hide that I was annoyed by this encounter. “Joe! I am not feeling well. Can you come with me for a second?”

“Hello, I am Joe,” he said completely ignoring me.

To be continued......

The Return of the Attarians- A Short Story By a 14 Year Old

Yeah, you are right, that 14 year old was me :p (Well, I am a university student now) , and believe me there were billions of grammatical mistakes in this piece of story that I found out while cleaning a cupboard. I hope you will enjoy reading it or you'll thinks that it's stupid!

Hey, english isn't my mother language. I am a Pakistani, remember. So, please forgive me for grammatical mistakes.

The Return of the Attarians

"Well, what are you doing Joe?" I asked Joe as he was making a small car. He was always doing things like that and this was a thing that annoyed me the most.

"See. This car can move with a speed of 200 kilometer per hour," he replied excitedly,"Isn't it great?"

I didn't like this question because I was never very interested in his little inventions, but I had to say, "Yeah, it's fantastic."

"I am feeling very tired," I continued with such expressions that I knew would make him reply the same,"So, we should go to your room because you have an air conditioner in there."

"Hmm, ok. Let's go!" he said taking his newest invention in his hands.

His room was as scientific as he was. There were hundreds of cars, clocks, etc hanging here and there. I, myself, was quite girlish. You know, living in the world of castles, with long gowns, and hundreds of servants. I was always living in my imaginations, while he was practical.

"Please, wait here." he said opening his backyard door.

"All right!" I replied while sitting in the couch.

"Oh my gosh!" he said. I waited for him to return, but then came a scream, "Sera!!"

I ran to the door but he wasn't there. So, I stepped into the backyard.

"Sshh!!" came a voice. Joe's voice.

"Why were you screaming?" I asked without giving him a chance to speak.

"I have seen ten strange people," he replied and pointed.

"Hello," a man came to us. His face was pale. His eyes were big, and he had wide lips. He was a feet taller than us. I didn't like him much.

"How did you come her?" I asked.

"I'll explain it all to you later on," he replied with a very loud and grave voice, "By the way, I am not alone. I have many friends in there."

"But..." I suddenly received a kick on my leg from Joe and I reflected, "Well, It's nice to meet you."

"I am also very glad to see the faces of modern age people," he replied, "You two can come to our home. Our land is beautiful."

"Thanks. Will you tell us about your land?" said Joe. I knew that he would be glad to accept such an invitation.

"Yeah, sure!" replied the man, "My name is Array. You can give my reference to them."

I didn't want any any more conversation, so I pulled Joe back into his room.

"You are silly," I said," We don't even know who they are and what they are doing in your backyard and you..and did you pay attention to the word 'modern age'?"

"That was very interesting!" he replied.

"Interesting? Now, what kind of interest do you have with the word MODERN AGE???" I asked angrily.

"It's nothing to worry about, Sera," he said trying to pacify me. He ran to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water in his hands.

To be continued.....If demanded.....

P.S: Ok. I am tired of typing and correcting this. Its like a short novel. I am just so tired today.

Please comment if you want to read more or even if you don't.

"Get up, couch potato."

Have you heard this before?? Well, I have been called a couch potato until I got 11 (approximately). I had this habit of lying on the couch after school and watching T.V, while craving salt (will discuss later on). I guess we all, or the Libras :-D, become couch potatoes at some point of our life. I won't ask you to agree on this one :-p

Couch Potato

Now let's look at the dictionary meaning of a couch potato.

A person who takes little or no exercise and watches a lot of television.

Fits the situation, doesn't it? I have observed that couch potatoes eat chips, drink soft drinks, soda, etc. while they watch T.V. Now, here is where my situation had been different from others. I did not use to crave food and sodas, I use to eat salt while watching T.V.  Yes, Salt!!! Odd habit, right?? Well, I later on started eating ice cube too. I would first add the ice cube in my mouth and then eat salt over it. Umm Yummy!!

Well, eating salt has been a very re-known habit of mine. Still, when the salt get's missing, my father looks at me and says,"Where's the salt? You must know":-D. Well, to be honest eating salt can never and is never a healthy activity. 

Even when I was visiting Khewra mines (salt mines) with my family. I was told, "Hey, look there is salt everywhere. What are you waiting for?" I felt so ashamed.

At that time, I wasn't fat at all. So, being a couch potato didn't result in any weight gain at that time. Maybe because I used to go out and play with my friends too.

Well, here are a few tips for couch potatoes.

1. Keep the remote away and get up to change the channels.
2. Walk up and down the stairs, or around the room, during commercials
3. Get an equipment, so that you can exercise while you watch T.V
4. Stand up and iron your clothes while you watch T.V.

'In my time' (میرے زمانہ میں)

It has been only two decades since I was born and I already refer to my childhood as  'In my time' (میرے زمانہ میں). When I try to explain my seven year younger sister something, I often use this term.  My mother then laughs at me and tells me that I speak as if I am so very old. To me, though, this seems a very correct notion. The time that I am in now is completely different from that of my childhood. I will elaborate these feeling with certain experiences of my own:

1. When I was a child, mobile phones were not so common. I remember that we used to go to a PCO (telephone booth) and call our relatives. There used to be a card, which ,when used, allowed us to talk for few minutes. Some time after this my father bought a mobile phone. This phone had a blue screen with black font. This screen was no bigger then a scientific calculator's screen. We also had a telephone installed later on. Then we bought a computer. We used a card (more specifically called Rabata Online) to connect to the internet. A relative of mine had a phone with camera and colors, and it was like a wonder for me. Now you see smart phones have so many functions and are so commonly used. Has not the technology improved in these two decades??

2. The entertainment industry has changed a great deal. Hollywood and English music has suffered a less sudden change then bollywood. When I was a kid there would be a brave and good hero and a nice and beautiful heroine in most of the movies. The music used to be soft and the voices for heroine's singing used to be shrill. Now-a-days women with heavy and less shrill voices are preferred. Heroes are mostly thieves, etc. The idea of beauty has changed a great deal.

A heroine of that time

A heroine of this time

Above all, I have changed. Not because I have grown up, but because I am not the same person, in nature, anymore. I, in my own account, have improved a lot. My interests changed. I developed new hobbies, such as reading novels (I love to read novels). I have observed my errors and weaknesses, and  I have tried and am trying to improve. I have changed from over confident to less confident (this is wrong but also good at times). My tastes have changed, my choices are now more well thought of. Nevertheless, change is still required and change is inevitable.