Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

CHERRY (5)

CHERRY: THE LIFE OF A FIGHTER

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Yua Hino no longer sent anyone to follow me after that day in the cafeteria. I thought that all my stunt would do is clear my conscience. Instead I sealed an even worse fate for myself. Yua Hino no longer had people follow me because she followed me herself. The little lost puppy would follow a few meters behind me with the twins.

It doesn't matter where I was going, they would be there. To the restroom, to the cafeteria, gym, and even home. Though they've yet to gain the confidence to follow me inside my house. I wonder if the gated entrance helped them in that decision in any way. If that was the case, then I am more than happy for my parents to have wasted all those dollars to have it installed.

Whatever it takes to keep those pesky students out. If this is what kindness gets me then someone please carve out my heart. It's not that I regret doing what I did. Those girls had it coming and my own stress had been building up for a while.

I'm more scared of the consequences. This small girl group was dangerous. And I'd prefer to live my second youth without trouble or worries. Well, as much as I can get rid of or avoid. I've learned that it's best to enjoy the simple things in life because you never know when things will change.

I rounded the corner to my street. As I did I glanced to my side to catch a glimpse of the three girls following me as they always did. To my surprise they were gone. A small smile spread across my lips. Finally, they must've given up on me. Even if it's just for today, let me have this win.

I pulled out my keys then slid through the gate; making sure to lock it behind me. My shoes came off almost steaming. These slopes are no joke I assure you. But that's why I like to go running on them. The way they make your thighs burn, add a couple ankle weights, it's honestly divine.

When I opened the screen door to my house I saw three pairs of shoes neatly lined up at the entrance.

Am I seeing things?

I closed the door and opened it again. This happened a couple times as I tried to process what was happening. These shoes possibly can't belong to my mother or father unless either of them suddenly took a liking to girl uniform shoes. Though I highly doubt either of them would like such uncomfortable flats.

"Wow! She even has a Boombox! Are these American artists? Minuro...how much are these?"

Oh fuck no! I ran to my room and threw the door open. Minuro and Hikaru were sitting on my bed watching as Yua went through my things without my permission. Who the hell grabs other people's stuff without asking first! ACTUALLY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING IN MY HOUSE! HOW ARE THEY IN MY HOUSE! THE GATE AND FRONT DOOR WERE LOCKED!

"What the hell! The three of you get out!"

Hikaru got up easily, complying with my demands. Minuro laid back on my bed and closed her eyes. I took the cassette tapes out of Yua's hand. Can she not?! If any of those break I don't know how to get other copies! Especially these artists! Do you know how hard it is to get a copy of The Rolling Stones in Japan! It's almost impossible! I put them back on my desk.

"Hey, I was looking at those."

Excuse me? I gave her a look, "You're not supposed to be here in the first place. How did you guys even get in here!"

Yua ran into Hikaru who was trying to pry her sister off my bed. She jumped onto her into a tight hug which only annoyed the twin. Hikaru immediately pushed her off.

"Hikaru knows how to pick locks! Isn't that cool?"

No. No it's not. That's delinquent activity that I wish not to be associated with. What I do want to be associated with is the image of my empty room and them far...far...far away from it. As a matter of fact, I need them to stop bothering me in general. We're not friends. I don't even know if I like them.