7 Deadly Sins

Dabria Jones

School. A place, students are supposed to get educated, grow and become mature enough to face the real world. We enter school when we are still small spores who need care, love, affection and plenty of water to grow to healthy tall plants.

We learn to read, write and solve mathematic problems. We earn friends who will stuck with us till the very end, but also enemies. The ones that try to break its one of our bones and burn holes on our skin until they reach the heart. Crushes who will hurt and break us but also, lovers who will teach us how to love.

When it comes to my school, things aren't exactly like that. I remember being so excited to enter the big marvelous building - high school.

I was also one of those kids dreaming about going to high school and living the life of those girls on the cliché American movies. Loving parents, a bubbly best friend, a perfect boyfriend and an unbearable enemy. In conclusion, a healthy lifestyle. But luck wasn't on my side and will probably never be.

My parents are not loving but also not bad at all. I would call it distant. They love each other dearly but that's not the case with me. I was never a part of their plans. I came into this world by accident and they will always treat me like one. Maybe their love is not enough to share it with me.

Friends? Nah. Unless you count the one, I worked in a project with, then I do have one. But we never talked again after the project was done. So, I guess just another classmate.

My one and only friend is myself. Since I have been really young, I have learnt to not trust anyone, especially people. I'm the only one that I will never fight with and I will surely never break my own trust.

Having a boyfriend, it's not even a thought and definitely not included in my bucket list. I prefer my own company.

Enemy. Yeah, I got that one. She is actually the only person I interreact with. Not pleasurable interactions but, still interactions.

I wouldn't address myself anti-social. I would rather use the word selective. I admit it, I can be picky sometimes, but I do that only to keep my butt safe.

Rather be alone than hurt.

I'm not completely alone, though. I have a step-brother from the marriage my father had before my mother. Actually, he cheated on the other woman, Alexa, with my mother. He managed to get full custody of my step-brother when Alexa got into the underworld - drugs. He is one year older than me, oh - and I forgot - his name is Baglis.

Baglis is a really beautiful person, both on the inside and on the outside. He is known as the school's heartthrob.

His dark brown curls and big round eyes are personally my favorite parts of his face.

Oh, and his smile.

Oh, god! He has such an ethereal smile. He doesn't smile a lot but when he does, millions of girls drool over it - including me.

His body is also another story. The endless hours, he spent working out didn't go to the bin. His torso and chest are as hard as a brick.

No jokes.

His personality, though, is really different. Just like me, he didn't have the best childhood. We basically grew up together. When he was three, he moved to our house and at that time, I was just two.

People at the school call him the "Cold Miracle". Miracle not only because of his perfect facial features and well-shaped body but also, for his talent at soccer. He is the captain. I won't agree with the term 'cold', though. I prefer to address him reserved.

At school, students actually say that I'm his only weakness. I won't completely disagree with that. He does have a soft spot for me. I'm the only one he talks with. Okay, not exactly the only one - he also gives instructions to his teammates as the captain but, only that.