Psychotic

Chapter One

I moved the brush into my hair.
My eyes were filled with broken tears ,Face faded,heavy breaths ,through narrowed, body shaken,feels broken,and finally not stable soul .Why?Because I die everyday.

"Martha"My aunt entered calling my name;I looked at her as a response to make her talk.

"I called a company and they will come tomorrow"She said nervously then completed mumbling,"lazy people"

"Aunt,I-I s-swear that-t the rat had j-jumped"I lied with widened eyes and raising my voice angirly.

"No,dear.I can't live in a house that a rat had entered once and also they will come tomorrow;God only knows how I'm going to sleep today"She said worried at the end of her talk and I just smiled.There is nothing I can do except lying and smiling.

"Now,Get ready fast"She said and I smiled to her.
She left and I hat the brush on the hairdo and moved my hands through my hair hardly.
I'm tired!
Lying then smiling.
After I screamed and the neighbours heard but,I didn't and I lied by saying that there was a rat and tomorrow a company is coming to spray insecticides.Great!

After blaming myself for doing nothing, I combed my hair and put it in a high wet ponytail and wore my dress and ballerina and took my pink small bag then head to school.

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In my town ,there are lots of schools and I'm in the most expensive one and lots of guys with different language come to study here and why to lie?The school is big ,clean and great and the teachers are awesome except the English teacher.

"Th-thanks, aunt"I said smiling then went towards the school door.I hate saying this word "Thanks"Because It's difficult for me to to say the 'th' I always bumble in it..I mean,I bumble In most of my words but,it's embarrassing to say that word in that way.

I wasn't famous or popular in the school but,the past year I was choosed to go to a Dancing Academy and became a ballerina and now I'm like a spirit in that place.
At the beginning everyone was looking at me and laugh and one day I was like a dead person;no one was talking to me ,no one sat beside me ;I was like a Plague for them just because a girl sat beside me and had a fight with me and the next day..she was dead.Killed.

I entered the class ;everyone looked at me then completed talking and for 'everyone' ;six only who were there ;three at the rear left corner of the class and two were at the front and one was sitting on the third row talking in the phone.

I went to the rear right corner of the class and realised a black bag beside me.
'Who is wearing a bag in this school?' I asked myself because no one will answer if I asked.

"Yes,but lots of people says that he is poor"I heard a girl with brown wavy hair at the other corner say.

"God,Why all the beautiful guys are poor?"A blonde girl mumbled loudly putting her hand under her skin.

"That's not the problem!"A girl with black curly hair shouted then completed,"He is eighteen and working"

"What?How do you know?"The blonde girl asked with a shock in her eyes.

"I heard"

"He didn't pass his classes then?"The brown waved hair girl asked playing with her hair.

"No,He didn't have enough money for studying and the past year he studied at a school and our school gave him a free donation"The black curled hair girl said moving her hands.

Then a new student came to our school as always,Great!Hope he isn't the one who is sitting beside me.
Please god,I don't want anyone to sit beside me.

"Good morning"A boy said entering the class fast and went to my direction,he got nearer and touched the black bag then held it an hold it over his back and went outside again.

"Who is that?"The girl who was studying asked looking at the girls.

They shrugged and looked at the door again.
Thanks god for making no one is beside me again.

After some minutes ;the students came before the bell rang by two minutes.

"Open your books at page 69"The teacher ordered opening her own book.

We heard three knocks on the door then it was opened and a handsome guy entered;he looked liked 20 not 18 at all bit who cares ,at the end all the girls' jaws were dropped.

"Martha"
I heard in my head, but,it wasn't dad's voice.It's not the right time for you.

"You're ugly!"I heard a small girl shouting it again.Another memory that will never be forgotten.Never.
I told my aunt about that memory when I was young and she told me don't believe her,my sister.