Reincarnation

(CH.3) : Happily Ever After

Ch. 3 Happily Ever After.

Today is my eighteenth birthday. Life is in a rush. I think I’ll be sixty-three in no time. That would be spectacular, a fairy tale princess telling her story to her beautiful granddaughters and grandsons. She would tell them how she met prince charming and how they fell in love, except in my case, there is no prince charming and there is no love. But as an eighteen year old, I am stuck with telling my – supposedly - fairy tale to Selena.

“Why doesn’t Tracy have a prince charming in the story?” She asked with a sleepy tone.

“Well Rupanzel waited for a very long time in that tower,” I answered calmly.

“But she was still young and beautiful when she was saved.”

“Well I go with the story lines.”

“And on which line does Tracy meet him?”

“On the same line you get over your cancer,” I say beginning to get furious with her innocence.

“And when does that happen?” She asked excitedly, unlike I thought she would react.

“Never,” I nearly shouted it and got off her bed, ready to leave.

She looked deep into my ice cold hazel eyes trying to find the joke but finds me heartlessly truthful. Cold and heartless, I make her cry.

Now that it was mentioned you have to know that Julian found a job last year, a teacher. We were rich enough until Selena got diagnosed with cancer. We are broke once again, drowning in hospital bills.

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“Are you coming on the trip?” asked Drake as we ate during lunch time.

We had a table at the corner all for the both of us. According to Drake, it makes a better shooting and hiding place during food fights. But to me, it's just away from people. Drake agrees with me, he believes I'll eat whoever tries to mess up with me alive. But I don't know why I have the tiniest feeling that I am the one hiding.

“What trip?” I asked playing with a French fries that lied beside my untouched food.

“The one the school arranged, camping.” 

I tried to slow my breathing, block away the rush of thoughts. If you haven't already noticed, he has the same name as my father's. Was everything about him like my dad?

 “The bus trip one?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,”  he answered before sipping the last bit of Pepsi left in his cup then added, "Not planning to eat?"

Was everything about him going to be like dad?

“No,” I said with a frustrated tone

“Not going to eat, or not going on the trip?”

“NEITHER!" I shouted it rather too loud, attracting unnecessary glares towards our table.

"But why?"

Why?

My reasons were pathetic, but isn't everything about life pathetic?

Everything about life was ironic. And I'm going to leave it be a joke without indulging myself.