"Oh, my head..." Opening my eyes, the smell of the medicine burst into my nose.
The fresh air from the condition swept over my skin. "Are you awake?" asked a young woman wearing a blouse with a gentle smile.
"Where... am I?" Rubbing my temple, I wondered.
"In Health office. Don't get up hasty, sweetheart. You'll feel dizzy."
On the table where she sat, I glanced at the sign that wrote her name was Ivy and her condition - Health officer.
I just fainted before, I guess.
"Sorry, miss Ivy. Where is my friend?" Stopping for a while when Miss Ivy looked at me with her round eyes, I continued, "I mean, I want to ask about a girl to go with me. She has bob hair."
"You're awake," an old crone in proctor costume said as growling from the door and cutting the talk of miss Ivy.
"Miss Amanda. Can I help you?" Ivy stood up immediately.
"No need." Miss Amanda got close to me and took my hand. "Come. We need to go overseer's office."
"She still not well, ma'am." Raised her hand in the air, Ivy frowned at her eyebrows.
"I have no time." Miss Amanda glowered in her red glasses.
"Alright, I'll go with you." Getting out of bed, I said.
So confusing, I hoped Miss Amanda did not give an announcement to my dad.
The sweat dropped on my forehead as the hot blood rolled under my skin.
It was so scary when I thought about dad's red face.
Dad would be angry or scold, even upset.
I never want to see that happen!
Miss Amanda stepped forward in front of me. She had blonde yellow hair, wrinkled skin, and fierce eyes in red glasses.
Following to go her office, she opened the door and asked me to come in.
In-room, smiling, the bob girl waved to say hello to me. Giving me a paper and a pen, miss Amanda commanded me to write a statement to narrate what happened.
Whether she notified my dad to come here?!
Wanting to ask miss Amanda, but too hard to open my mouth.
"Write it out. Everything!" miss Amanda said as she got out of the room.
The girl beside me, I had eye contact when she smiled. Stroke up a conversation, I said. "What do you want from me?"
"Just curious about you," she chuckled.
"About what?"
"You, a person who always talks about anything you think. You never care what people think about you." She rolled-rolled the pen in her hand. "Even... argued with the teacher and be punished standing on the hall."
"So what? Nothing cool about that."
She laughed. "So cool. I never say what I think. Even if I'm sad, my heart bloody, I still must smile."
"Why?! Just do whatever you want." Tilting my head in confusion, I said. "Why did you know my name?"
"We're classmates." Rolling her eyes, she headed to me.
"I never meet you in my class."
"I don't go to class very often."
"KEEP SILENT!!!" Miss Amanda shouted.
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My Life, My Choice
Teen FictionMy name was Abony. A girl who loved freedom and aspired to be a painter. But my father had a deep prejudice against artists. One day, I was practicing drawing in the yard. Unfortunately, got angry when he saw my act and burned all my drawing tools...
