ETERNITY

Chapter One

A heavy thing rests on top of me. I groan and tried to lift my heavy eyelids but every time it opens halfway, it immediately shut close. "Wake the hell up!" Carol shouts.

"Get off me," I wiggle away but she's too damn heavy.

"Alright, as you wish," to my relief, she did got off me. I waited for any more attack but none came.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, ice-cold water with cubes of ice rains down on me making me jump off the soaked bed. "Why did you do that?" I glare at Carol.

"Is she up already?" Mom asks sticking her head inside the room.

Carol grins, "Yup, I've done my job," she says before casually walking out of the room.

"No you're not getting away with this," I say running after her but mom blocks the doorway.

"Change to your uniform first."

"But-"

"Now. Time is running."

There she goes again, always checking the time. Making sure everyone and everything is just on time.

With a heavy stomp, I went to do the early necessities. Take shower, brush, and change to my uniform which I hated because I look like a loser on it.

Let me be super-specific. A plated, navy blue, below the knee skirt with a strap that goes up your shoulders, down to your back and stops on the waist. The strap forms an X behind, the perfect brand for a loser. White, long-sleeved blouse and black shoes. It must be leather as the school heavily prescribed. And everything must be ironed.

I stop in the hallway in front of the grand mirror. Checking myself, I scowl at my reflection. With my uniform on, I look like a grade-schooler.

"Samarah!" Carol yells. "We're getting late!" she added.

Mom put the breakfast in the kitchen but Carol sat in the dining room. Half of the table is covered with papers. "Wow, I think I'm not going to survive college."

She peers over her glasses. "You will survive it."

"When did you start having four eyes?"

"Oh shut up you mean brat. I only wear them when studying."

"Well keep it up, makes you look smart."

"Thank you."

I smile, "And nerdy, geek, and prey for the bullies."

"Get the hell out of here before I forget you're my sister," she threatens.

I hurriedly run to the kitchen with a humongous laugh. "What are you laughing at?" mom asks.

"Your daughter named Carol."

"Mind sharing?"

"Sorry no," I pick two strips of bacon and shove it in my mouth.

"Such a pig," Carol says sitting opposite me.

"Whatever," I say with an eye roll.

Thirty minutes later, Carol parks her car in the school lot. I stayed still in my seat and stared ahead. She takes off her seatbelt and started getting out but stops when I didn't move.

"Get out."

"Can I stay here?"

"No. Get out and go to your class," she seriously says.

Even as I turn my back and walk to my year building, I can sense her eyes on me. I hate it here. I hate this school and the people in it. They are all judgmental and showoff. Correction, most of them are but not all.

I enter the class and took a seat in my usual place, the second seat to the back near the window. Behind me is William Walker, handsome and a real genius. He has a crush with me and vise versa but I don't really show.

He's not a hunk and also not fat. Let's say he's average with a bit of chubbiness. Only a bit. He always plays with my hair and sometimes I think he's gay.

With an absent mind, I didn't realize it's already broken and then goes lunch. In the last subject, I didn't help but rest my head on the table and tried to sleep.

I'm halfway to dreamland when something keeps moving on my behind. I didn't mind hoping that whoever the person was, she'll immediately take off her foot from my chair. But I think she didn't notice or she doesn't care at all.

I sighed, "Please take off your foot from my chair," I tell Mandy Esmer before going back to sleep.

I thought she'll comply but she didn't. I kindly tell her again with the same result. And this time she's really doing it on purpose.

"What the hell is your problem?" I push back my chair and faced her.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she shot back standing up.

"I told you to take your foot off my chair," I also stood up. To my advantage, I'm taller than she is. Five-foot six vs five foot one.

"Oh, you care about your chair," she says with a playful smile.

"No, I care about my damn uniform," I learned its hard to do laundry and ironing from Petra, our long time worker who became a family. "Your filthy foot is staining my uniform."

"What did you say?" her forehead creases and her eyes narrowed.

"Are you turning deaf? Let me repeat. Your. Filthy."

Her face turns beet red. "I heard you the first time you ugly piece of shit."

"See, even your mouth is filthy."

I didn't notice the class is focused on us. "What's going on at the back?" the teacher asks.

The two of us ignored her and continued to stare at each other. Blue contacts vs grey eyes. Colored contact lenses are not allowed, why is she wearing one?

Mandy's eyes turn to the left like she's pleading for help. Seconds later, Grail came to her aid. "How dare you confront my best friend?" she defends.

Okay here comes the reinforcement.