Abdallah Haswarey: A Short Story

Name: Abdallah Haswarey

Block: 2A

Memoir

The sun was glimmering in awe outside; seeping through the window curtains as I had awakened. The heavenly scent of pancakes and syrup mixed with the powerful smell of oranges floating along the warm air that stormed on my face as I opened the bedroom door. My salivary glands powered on and my stomach growled. Just last night, my family and I had just arrived at my cousin's house in Portland, Oregon, from Orange County, California, by plane.

I was eight years old at the time. I had a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones and a circular chin. My widened eyes were a clouded hazel, and my thick eyebrows were arched and grew beyond both sides of my face towards my cheeks. My small nose hooked

over my continually shriveled lips, which were painted a bright red color due to the constant dripping of blood from them down to my to my chin. My silk, brown hair, was very soft and smooth from many years of using conditioner.
Yinsen, my fourteen-year-old cousin had a circular face with a flat chin and a sturdy jaw line. His brown eyes were small and spaced about two inches in length apart from each other in place below his thick, but smooth eyebrows that seemed to straighten as a natural extension of his big, round nose. He always had a quite neutral expression on his face. His lips were constantly closed with a straight line, and his thick hair was pitch black. The coat he wore over his massive shoulders had fine polished buttons. He always walked in a formal matter, and his face held straight awards in a persistent gaze.
Sarah, my thirty-year-old mom always had a very keen-looking expression on her face as she talked to other individuals besides other members of the family.

She had a mixture of astonishing blueish greenish eyes, which always shone in the period of daylight. She was indeed an extroverted type. She liked being in large groups, and was very social in our neighborhood community, and had nostrils the size of bacteria beneath her mountainous nose. Lastly, she had wide ears which would expand outwards beyond both sides of her face, and she dressed up quite formally and walked very elegantly in public.

I went downstairs from one of the guest rooms I was sleeping in and went down for breakfast. I sat on the dining table with the rest of my family and I started eating the delicious omelets, waffles and crepes my aunt made. The uncanny taste of toothpaste merging into the scrumptious taste of waffles, strawberries, and whip cream filled my crept over my tongue. The taste of leftover toothpaste then faded as I kept eating.

Later that splendid morning, my mom did some laundry while I joyfully watched television in one of two living rooms they had. All of a sudden my aunt bellowed from the

upstairs.
“I need you to help me with all the chores around the house!” she exclaimed, “I am very sick!”

“Okay fine,” I said, “I’ll help you”.

“I thought I came here to relax”, I mumbled to myself. I pressed the power on button and started to get to work in the dining room. The horrid smell of dust and fungus punctured my nose as I pulled out the hose to suck in large objects. My eyes rattled as dust whirled into my face. I kept thinking about when my job would be over. A few minutes later, I came upon the result of a careless looking job. My heart beat like a rocket ship and felt as if there were weights attached to my shoulders.

I sat down on a couch to ease my strain. After an hour or two, I had awoken to the edge of night and noticed two, shiny, prominent figures below the working table. I sprung out from my bed similar to what Tigger does in the famous children show, “Winnie the Pooh”. I went over to observe the objects and concluded that the two objects were indeed packs of orbit gum. I knew I wasn’t allowed to chew gum and became so excited because I knew that I hadn’t had a stick of gum for a long period of time. “I am gonna chew all the gum out of these packs, and I’m not gonna share with anybody,” I whispered.I put the packs of gum in my pocket and went back to

work.
An hour after I completed my job, I was bored and decided to explore the house. I went to the living room and noticed that my aunt and uncle recently bought a new grand piano for decoration. I sat down on the piano chair and started playing. My fingers were going everywhere like a buzzing bee pollinating flowers, side to side. I had never taken piano before and found out that I was already quite proficient at playing it. Thump, thump, thump, I heard from the upstairs. I concluded that Yinsen, my cousin was arriving downstairs from playing video games on his PC.

“Where the hell is my gum, have you seen it anywhere?” Yinsen hollered, “it must’ve fallen out of my pocket”.

“No, I haven’t seen any!” I yelled back.

“If you find any then please notify me immediately!” He replied back, “It’s for my best friend Alex”.

“Alright,” I muffled. I felt guilty for my wrong doing, but I didn’t know what he would do to me if he found out.
Yinsen asked other people in the house and they all said that they had no idea where it was. He started to throw a tantrum as I observed, and his parents got stressed out because of him. my parents too got involved, and this all turned into a big deal for the family. “Man,” I thought, “maybe I should just confess to taking it”. My cousin was on the ground yelping like a crying dog. His face was as red as a dead man, who just fell off a building and hit the ground like a bag of tomato soup. Now I knew I was in trouble.
I wanted to get away from this horrid commotion that was making my ear drums rumble so I went to sleep in the guest room I was staying in. When I got there, I took off my filthy clothes and threw them on the ground. I jumped on the bed and snuggled into the soft, warm, blanket. The atrocious smell of clothing dispersed the whole inside of the room which made my nose jingle like an american cowbell. I quickly put the soothing blanket over my pale face to cover the smell, and fell asleep for a couple hours.
The horrid smell had gone away and the door was swung open. There was no commotion, but just the faint sound of a washing machine. I went off of the bed and felt my feet gripping onto the soft carpet. My stomach felt disorderly rumbled as I had not eaten for a long time. I felt the eerie feeling of my bones crack as I straightened my legs out. It felt good to stretch them out after a long rest.
I crept downstairs and saw my mom doing my laundry. Her face was filled with an odd expression. The kind of expression you have when you are convicted of treason in court. I just knew something had gone wrong. I went back upstairs to leave her alone, but she saw me at the corner of her eye.
“Abdallah!” She yelled, “come down this instant, I must speak with you regarding a matter!”
“Okay,” I hesitated. I marched downstairs toward the laundry room. My mom now seemed mad. I was sweating a rain shower as I hesitantly moved over towards her.