It has been a week since Mia died. I have cried everyday, thinking about the sufferings she has been through. In my previous school, I was known as the most popular girl in school. Every guy in the school asked me to let them have a chance to be my boyfriend but I kinda I reject them all as I want to focus on my studies. Some would even say that I'm so rich like I own a five star hotel, it's so tall, it could reach the sky. Some would say that my parents own 50 cars but in reality, they only own like 6 cars. My dad works as a manager in a very famous company in US (which I have no idea what company is that) and my mum work as a fashion designer for famous artists like Cara Delevigne, Gigi Hadid, Selena Gomez and more. Just then, I saw a lonely and miserable girl walking along the corridor, head faced down. I felt pity for her. Every single person in the whole school compound loves to make fun of how she looks and her personality. I heard from everyone that she has a touch of cancer in her. They would just avoid her and say mean and hurtful words. To make her happy, I tried to get along and we became best friends. Just after a few months, she was suffering with the pain and it just keeps getting worse. As the awful words keeps coming, one day she laid on the hospital bed. When I went to visit her, there she is. Eyes closed, pale skin. She died. The cancer has took over her whole body and the amount of pressure she get in school is uncountable. The only thing I have left from her is her nerdy glasses. I can no longer stay and study at the same high school again.
Today, mum's cooking lasagna with meatballs, her favourite topping eventually. I walked slowly down the stairs, trying to think about other important stuff like education. But all I can think is her. I start to sob.
"Sis, don't be sad. We're always here for you. She's in a better place now, no more sufferings and hate for her". Jack, being his usual self as an older brother. He's always there to cheer me up and gives the amount of support I need. Even though sometimes I'm just being a pain in the ass, he stills love me as a sister. We're like literally sibling goals towards everyone.
I smiled at him. "Thanks bro".
"Dinner's ready", my mum shouted from the dining room.As we start eating, the whole family (my dad, mum and brother) are just chatting about work, my brother's college, movies etc. I was never the quiet one during dinner, but today, I guess I am one.
"Jeanette, why are you so quiet today, darling?", my dad asked from across the table. I don't know what to answer.
All I answer is, "Can cancer ever be stopped?". I realized that I was sobbing halfway through my sentence.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. But I really wish that could happen too", she placed her hand on my shoulder.
"I just don't understand. Why does an innocent kind person have to go through pain and sadness while the mean and inconsiderate people have to gain happiness and joy?", I covered my face with my palms. I really don't get why is life treating my best friend like the world is just like hell?"I wanna change my school mum", I whispered.
"OK. As long as you'll recover from this sadness when you're there. Plus, it's only for 2 years".
"I'm sure I will", I gave her a weak smile.
"Good. Then, I'll prepare all of the papers and information later".I went into my room after dinner. I opened up my MacBook and saw 30 notifications on twitter, 20 notifications on instagram, 25 notifications on tumblr and 40 notifications on Facebook. I opened up one by one. 80% of the notifications are related to Mia. Sending their RIPs. Well, 20% of them don't even give a fuck. The 20% are mostly boys who I kinda rejected, asking me to consider them as my boyfriend. Some even send me their number (and I don't even know them). I might have gain haters in the school just because everyone consider me as Miss Popular. Sometimes, it's really annoying. I turn on my iPhone and 9 missed calls. I was going to check them when I have another incoming call.
Hello?
Its Ben. My ex boyfriend. He cheated on me for another girl. Can't even believe that he thought I wouldn't know this.
Ben: Hello.....?
Me: What the actual fuck do you want?
Ben: Jeanette, I'm so sorry
Me: Ha! As if I'm going to forgive you that easily.
Ben: Jeanette, don't be so immature
Me: Ouch! You're the one who is immature right now. Just give up and don't call me ever again. Stop being an asshole.
Ben: Well, if you have forgiven me from the start, I wouldn't be such an asshole, according to you.
Me: Wow! Finally you admitted. It has been so long.
Ben: Fuck you, bitch!
Me: Eh.
Ben: Come on bitch. I made your life easier and a whole lot better. Just come back to me.
Me: There are two things. The first thing is that you just called me a bitch and you expect me to forgive you. Use that brain of yours. The second is NO, you made my life even worse. Your life has been bad enough and now, you're destroying mine. Go and continue to destroy your own life.
Ben: I'm sorry about your friend, again.
Me: Don't you even apologize. You are one of the person who tortured and hurt her.
Ben: Hey I'm being sincere here.
Me: Tell that to your mum.There was a moment of silence.
Ben: You will regret leaving me in the future.
Me: Is that the best sentence you've got? Wow, must have taken you a long time to figure that out.
-Ben hangs up-Gosh. This high school is driving me crazy, I thought. Its a good thing that I'm actually changing. No more drama, no more bitches, no more Ben... the one thing that I can't live is losing my best friend. No more Mia.
I never experience bully in my life. Well, that is gonna change. I have a mission to do. I am going to be like Mia. I will wear her glasses, study, wear clothes just like her. But I will change back to my old self soon. I need to know how does bullying feels like, once and for all.
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Love Me Not
RomanceJeanette is a girl who lost her best friend who died because of cancer. As she tries to go through what her friend had experience in life, she met a very good looking guy who had fallen for her once he sees her true self. But there's one big problem...