The Genius Devil

Chapter 1

Sun is shining, blinding me for a minute, such a wonderful day to start.

As I make breakfast for my parents, I mentally recited the book that I've been reading this night, It's about the history of Japanese Heroes.

"Good morning," My mother spoke from upstairs.

I smiled, "Morning, mom."

My father followed by, yawning as he compliment, "My pretty daughter cooks better than her mom".

I lightly chuckled, so did my mom. We've always been so positive, loving each other eversince.

They were good parents...They raised me with good manners. They praised me, so I learned how to appreciate.
I know that they have problems, but they fix mine before they fix theirs. Eventhough I'm an only child and I have all the love that I need, I'm not yet satisfied. I need more...Not from my parents, friends or relatives, but from 'him'. When will I meet you, true love?
I need you now, I need your love.

"Breakfast is ready!" I called out.

"Oh, sweety, I told you that I should do that, but it's not that I don't appreciate the fact that you cook for us," My mom pats my head.

I rolled my eyes, "You cook dinner and all, but I'm still obligated to cook breakfast. And, mom, this is my thanks."

My mom looked at my dad, smiling. They nodded to each other and faced me again. They must be having a conversation mentally.

"You can cook for you husband instead of cooking for us," my dad teased.

"Ha-Ha-Ha. My wedding is on Saturday, he's only my fiancé," I played along.

We giggled and had a family talk. For us, talking while eating is a terrible behavior. So once my dad takes a hold of his spoon amd fork, silence must be filling the room, unless something very important should be said.

After breakfast, I cleaned up the table and handed the plates and other dishes to my mom, who was patiently waiting for it near the sink.

I took a shower and wore my uniform.

As always, my dad will be driving me at school with his limo.

No, we're not rich. We're not poor, either. It just happens that my dad was a lottery winner and had his shining limo as a prize.

My mom stopped me when I was at the porch. She gently combed my long and wavy black hair.

"There," she mumbled as she waved goodbye.

As we reached the school, My dad wished me luck and kissed me.

I was always a 'Daddy's Girl', but I'm not some sort of a spoiled brat.

Expectantly, my bestfriend would ran towards me.

"Here she goes," I thought

Yelling of a female voice echoed in my ears, "Pholyhymnia!"
I smiled as I turned around, meeting a pair of green eyes.

"Hannah!"

I just gave her a little hug while she handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" Asking so, I took it from her hand.

She smiled as I read the letter, loud enough for her yo hear.