PSEUDO (SHORT STORY)

PSEUDO V

PSEUDO V

This doesn't mean I already believe her; I just want to write this.

'Die, Uncle George Young.'

After reading that repeatedly, something makes me at ease, so I write again instead of crying like a baby. I listed the two mean girls in our school; they are why my uncle found out about my secret relationship with Arthur.

'Die, Agata Cadwell'

'Die, Cassidy Walker'

Cassidy likes Arthur, so she is mad at me, while Agata is just an innate b*tch.

After half an hour of spacing out, I felt my head was aching, so I chose to sleep.

Tomorrow morning, I saw old George sitting in the kitchen while reading a newspaper; food was over the table.

"Come over here, the breakfast is ready." He said without glancing at me. Geez, is he trying to be kind?

"I'm late so I can't."

"Okay, okay. I will drop you off by to school to be sure."

"I will! So you don't have." I answered stubbornly, but he didn't listen. Instead, he reaches for his keys on the table and leaves the kitchen.

Ugh, I know; he planned this.

I don't have any choice, so I just hop in. He starts the engine after I shut the door beside me.

In the middle of our way, he suddenly speaks. "After your class, you'll go home directly. No more Arthur, he is not good in--"

I stopped him from talking when I continued what was he will going to say. "Not a good influence to me. Then who? You?" I said sarcastically. "I don't think so."

I saw that he looked upset in my peripheral vision, but I didn't care.

When the car stopped in front of the school gate, I didn't say goodbye; instead, I closed the door and walked inside the school.

It was lunchtime.

I saw Arthur sitting on the cafeteria chair with his basketball team.

"Arthur!" I called him excitedly.

He looked at me for a minute, then shifted his sight back to his food. I was about to walk towards him, but Everleigh, my best friend, held my arm.

"Let's go, Dimi. The class was about to start."

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