CHAPTER 3

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Today was the first day in the year where I would finally be going back to a normal student routine. The day I dreaded has finally arrived. My cell kept on buzzing from all the goodluck messages that my cell continously recieved, I am grateful but I just refuse to respond to either of them.

I sighed as I get up from the edge of my bed, just as my mother, Katia's voice echoes accross the hallway and down the stairs where she stands in her simple yet elagent personally designed business outfit and her nude louboutins, she looks amazing at the age of 37. She has this glow on her face, not from the absurb amount of make up that conceals her already flawless features but rather from the excitment of me rehabilitating after all that I have been through. I groan as I lift and take in smell of my new outfit that I would be wearing today, and consist of a black B.G top and a neon high waist skirt, I take time to dress, then I slip into my 9W black ankle boots.

I keep fiddling with my skirt and place my hair in a neat high pony that makes my ombre tips to thick black hair stick out in style. I then neatly applied a shaddy pink lipstick to my already pink pouty lips, my father presence disturbed me lingering around the mirror. I dont do this often but its only due to my nervousness that I take extra caution that I make an appearence, with my bag packed with all that I'd need for the day and a few tears from my mother here and there, I'm finally on my way.

As I get out of my father's new sport car, I wave goodbye, then I sigh in nervousness as I turn around and stand before this huge building that glares at me so unwelcomingly, with the huge boarder that reads "ORIGIN", I swallow hard and clutch my sling and folder to myself as I make my way to the enterance. I look to my surroundings, children of different categories, races and status. I manage to lower my head as I dodge an incomming ball that was kicked by some disturbing looking idiotic fool who claimed that he accidently on purpose aimed in my direction. I straighten myself and walk up the stairs. This is it....

Okay so honestly my 1st day back to a "normal" teenager didn't work out as well as I thought it would. The rest of the humans on that side of earth glare as though you were a species from out of earth, a few weird people had come up to say a word or 2 of welcome but the rest just glared, but it doesnt bother me somehow.

As I reach the porch I press the button to my remote to open the house door, my parents are always way to busy to stop their business just to drop their children from school, so the driver made his way over to pick us up. I am greeted with amazing food smell in the air that our cook Irene and her husband Zed, very rare combination, prepare for us on weekdays and certain weekends. Our head of domestic workers Martha comes rushing to recieve and take our bags and greet a little excited kid, which is my little brother Max, who was 6 of age, who went to pre-school for the 1st time today, she laughs as she embraces him  and plants a very adult like sloppy kiss on his lips. I still find this scene highly unacceptable and squint as I make my way pass the gym then the gameing room, where I hear a few aggresive voices arguing over vidoe game, that's my brother Ethan with his close mates that are quite unbearable even just at sight.

I make my way to our open glass staircase through the hall way and finally to my home, my little kingdom, my bedroom. I throw myself back first on my bed and let out a deep sign as I recall my day.... my life then I close my eyes slowly I think, I breath, I think somemore then almost forgetting to breath, then I contemplate a little. Then I finally get the urge to get up and read my texts from earlier, more like just 1 text. The one from Jayson. Jayson was a really close mate of mine, until we got closer, we had this rare connection, a very rare combination I walk into my closet to pick out a dress for dinner tonight. Then I shower.

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