La Familià (Lim X Vergara Family) Au

I

On the first day of her senior year, Selah stood outside the school, a mix of excitement and nostalgia swirling inside her. The morning sun cast a warm glow on the bustling campus, and she took a deep breath, ready to tackle her final year.

Her parents, Charles and Loyden, stood beside her, pride etched on their faces. Charles, with her reassuring presence, placed a hand on Selah's shoulder. "Can you believe it's already your last year? Time flies."

Loyden, holding a camera, smiled warmly. "We're so proud of you, Selah. Make sure to take lots of pictures this year!"

Selah laughed softly, glancing at her parents. "I will. I want to remember every moment."

As students streamed past, Selah felt the weight of her dreams and aspirations. "Okay, time to go," she said, straightening her backpack.

Charles nodded, her voice firm yet encouraging. "Remember, we're always here for you, no matter what."

With a final squeeze from her mom and a reassuring nod from her dada, Selah stepped forward, ready to embrace the challenges and triumphs of her senior year. She looked back one last time, their smiles a comforting reminder of home, and then she walked into the school, ready to make it unforgettable.

LUNCH BREAK--

Selah and her friends sat in the corner of the cafeteria, their laughter echoing as they shared jokes. But then, they noticed cally, a quieter girl from their class, sitting alone at another table, her head down.

Selah exchanged glances with her friends, a mischievous spark igniting. "Look at her," she said, smirking. "What's she even doing here?"

"Let's have some fun," Aviona chimed in, her voice low but excited.

As they approached Cally, Selah felt a twinge of doubt but pushed it aside. "Hey, Cally!" she called, feigning enthusiasm. "Did you forget it's lunchtime? Or are you too busy being a loner?"

Cally looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and hurt. "I-"

"Relax, we're just joking!" crielle interrupted, but her tone was sharp. The group laughed, egging each other on.

For a moment, Selah felt a pang of guilt, seeing the hurt in cally's eyes. But the adrenaline of the moment took over, and she went along with it.

As they walked away, the laughter faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence. Selah glanced back at Cally, who had turned away, shoulders hunched.

Later, as they sat together, the weight of what they'd done settled on her. Selah realized they had crossed a line,
but she's not guilty of what she done

AT HOME

Selah sat at the kitchen table, arms crossed defiantly as her parents, Charles and Loyden, confronted her about the bullying incident.

"Selah, we need to talk," Charles said, her voice firm. "We heard what happened at school."

"What's the big deal?" Selah shot back, rolling her eyes. "It was just a joke. Everyone laughs about it."

Loyden's expression turned serious. "This isn't funny. You're hurting someone, and you know how that feels."

Selah scoffed. "She'll get over it. People need to toughen up."

"Selah, this isn't who you are," Charles insisted, trying to reach her. "You're better than this."

"Maybe I don't want to be better," she snapped, frustration boiling over. "Why should I care what anyone thinks? It's high school!"

Loyden sighed, sadness in her eyes. "Because we care about you, and we raised you to be kind. This isn't just about fitting in."

"Whatever," Selah replied, pushing back from the table. "I'm not going to apologize. I didn't do anything wrong."

As she stormed out of the room, her parents exchanged worried glances. They knew they had a long road ahead, but Selah was determined to stand her ground, convinced that her actions didn't warrant any guilt.

Charles and Loyden sat on the couch in the dim light of the living room, concern etched on their faces.

"Did you see Selah's reaction?" Charles said, running a hand through her hair. "She doesn't seem to care at all about what she did."

Loyden sighed deeply. "I know. I'm worried. This isn't the daughter we raised. I can't believe she thinks bullying is okay."

"Maybe she feels pressure to fit in," Charles suggested. "But that doesn't excuse her behavior. We need to get through to her."

Loyden nodded. "We have to find a way to make her understand how serious this is. It's not just about being popular; it's about empathy."

"Do you think she'll listen?" Charles asked, skepticism creeping into her voice.

"I hope so," Loyden replied, her voice softening. "But it won't be easy. We have to show her the impact of her actions, not just lecture her."

Charles leaned back, contemplating. "We should encourage her to talk to the poor girl she bullied, maybe even help her understand the pain of bullying firsthand."

Loyden agreed, her expression resolute. "It's a start. But we need to be patient. She's at a tough age and might not see the consequences yet."

"Let's keep the lines of communication open," Charles said. "We have to show her we're on her side, even if she pushes us away."

Loyden nodded, determination in her eyes. "We'll help her find her way back. We just need to keep trying."