l

t to cry. I feel terribly annoyed and sick. My throat fe

pale. Are you o

eering wheel, trying to calm

hing about what I face in school. I'm keeping her out of this. I wish I could a

ave an idea, this would put you in a better

rown, trying to giv

o with me? It might cheer you up."

s her first day in Ivy Prose and s

ind of girl, and yeah, she talks a lot. It is possible for

arty. They are fucking

es widen as I glance

ll at her, but I bring my voice down at the confusion on her face. It is obv

isappears. I bite my lips, thinking of a reaso

her but she's frowning at me. It's as though

go, then stay back home but please don't convince me not to, or else I will be very

her angry. I'm trying to protect her but how the heck woul

discourage you." I say, rid

alone." she says, and my

. I have faced enough problems for the day. I want to stay away from those ugly gossips from the students and those devilish Quads. With the way the students have been staring at me

d comes back like a ghost. She doesn't even tell anything to me. Of course, why would s

n't feel any sadness when he died, and after his death, she acts free like a bird. While I feel like a half dead bird whose wings had been crumpled. Dad's presence made those wings grow for me, but they st

Year

ee while he reads. He is a bookworm like me. I took my lov

n the book. I smile pleasantly at him. He's the best gift I've eve

es as he calls me that. Unlike everyone else,

I always call him. We are quite free and fon

school tomorrow, go to bed, An

et out a soft laugh. He's adjusting h

. Mom told me he isn't feeling well this morning so I

him, leaning close and knee

he calls me again. He was hesitating but I try to give him all my attention so

ve you, my little Angel." he kisses me a

ent

ds to me. He never told me I wouldn't see him again after that night. I crumbl

to his little angel that he was dying slowly. Sometimes, I kind of hate myself for never noti

me alone in this world. I'm crying as I think of it. It's the biggest

I nod at her as I wipe my reddish nose and the little tears on m

ut of the car first. She's inside the house by the time I lock my car. Her room

ready on time or maybe she wants to avoid me so I can't convince her to not go. Bu

me today and not my mom's strange attitude of going out and coming in like a ghost. N

each upstairs, I hear my mom's fucking voice, and

y head. I reach her door quickly as it's a short distance from mine and I'm hearing the same sound, even louder. My heart breaks into p

n, slamming it hard to the interior wall. Tears run down my cheek as I see her

this woman? I'm crying, my h

Grabbing whatever from the table next to me and throwing them

he demands and my heart bleeds more. I want to kill her but

bitch! How coul

hat he shared with you? And with his fucking best friend?" God forbid, I call her mom. "W

k to me. She doesn't answer and that shameless man doesn't e

ying. My heart is

I fucking can't stay here. I will die or I become a murderer at my young

a little relieved. I'm going to the party. I'm getting the f

" she

ar." I say. I wiped my tears alre

" she sa

I say. This is the only

t?" she asks abou

her. I can't go upstairs to pick a dress. I do

We have the same size after all." she

silence. I feel hurt seeing my dad disrespected that wa