Lonely Track

Chapter 2.

“It’s you again. You’re not familiar. Who are you?”

He started walking away.

“Hey excuse me? What do you want? You’ve been following me all day.”

He walked faster. I ran after hi, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

Darkness. Darkness everywhere.

He’s gone again.

I opened my eyes and wiped my sweat off my forehead. Dreams like this have been very common and this man was always there. He never showed his face. He had a dirty blonde hair, he was tall and he was wearing a black shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He’s not familiar but I wish that we can be friends in my dreams at least. Friend. That’s what I want, what I need. I never had anyone on my side. I did everything alone. It was frustrating and depressing. I just wanted someone who would lend his or her ears and listen to my endless problems and lend me his or her shoulder when I want to cry. That’s what I need right now. If I can’t have my family back, at least have a friend by my side. Someone.

B-b-b-baby c'mon over

I don't care if people find out (dada - dadada - da - da - da - da)

They say that we're no good together

And it's never gonna work out (dada - dadada - da - da - da - da)

I turned my alarm off and made my way to the shower. I had to be early for school so I did a quick bath and pulled on my normal outfit; black sweatshirt, white pants and my black chucks. Then I made my way down and didn’t bother to get breakfast. I arrived at school which was completely deserted because it was only 6:30 am. I entered the library and Mrs. Mary was already there. She smiled at me and gave my card. I searched through different sections and got books that I find interesting. I checked out and went to my first class. Minutes later the classroom was filled with different voices and then Mr. Will got in and gave us papers. It was a pop quiz.

“After answering, you will be dismissed immediately.” He said reading his daily newspaper.

I answered everything and I am confident that I got everything correctly. This was the only thing I’m good at. I passed my paper, leaving everyone who I think are cramming.

“Ms. Stones, the principal wants to talk to you.” Mr. Will said as I was about to leave the room. I nodded and left.

I knocked on the door and my face was greeted with a smile from Mrs. Figgs, our school principal.

“Ms. Alice, please come in.” She gestured and opened the door wider.

It was awkward because she addressed me using my first name. Nobody calls me that. I sat and she sat on her office chair. I looked at her and she was still smiling so I smiled back.

“Alice, I heard you were a good painter.” She smiled again. It was creepy.

“Oh... how’d you know?” I asked.

“My friend bought one of you paintings and she told me that you were the painter. Of course, as the principal, I am very proud that you’re one of our students.” She explained but I didn’t say anything. “Well, our school’s 20th foundation day celebration is next week and there will be an art exhibit. I was thinking of posting your artworks so they’d know who talented you are. I also heard that you were a smart child. Very impressed, I am.” She continued.

“Oh.” That was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I am happy that they loved my work but I also think that people will judge me even more.

“So... can we post your paintings in the art exhibit?” she hopefully asked.

I thought for a moment and I decided.

“Sure. I’ll bring them tomorrow.” I said and stood up.

“Thank you Alice.” She said and shook my hands.

This was not normal. Who could that person be? I mean, thanks to whoever that is that I got recognized but I want to know who it is behind this.

Hours passed and I rode the bus again on my way home.

Home?

No. It’s not home.

It’s a prison.

It’s my cage.

But it’s the only place I can be comfortable with, without people judging me because of my past... well, except my grandmother who despise. I don’t have the idea of why she hates me... although I think that she hates me because my mother married his son and that led to the downfall of their business.

I started putting my paintings in big silver frames which I got from a sponsor. Then I saw my first ever painting... it brought back a lot of memories; mom, dad, my brother, my old life. I was thirteen when I painted this, it was colourful and it had flowers of many variations which depicts my life when they were still alive... when I was still happy. I decided to bring only 6 of my works and they are the best I’ve done so far. I really hope that once everybody sees it, they’ll show me a little kindness. I wish that they’d show me that I am welcome and I can also enjoy living in this world. I wish that they’d lessen the pain they are giving to me. I wish that I can love myself too.

I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. I wish he’d visit me in my dreams again.

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“Mrs. Figgs, I brought my paintings.... they’re outside.” I waved at her as I got inside.

“Oh sure darling, bring it in.” She opened the door and I went out and dragged the box I left out.

She scanned her eyes as she observed my paintings. I had this kind of feeling and it made me nervous that she’d suddenly change her mind and just want to burn it. Oh, but I wish not.

“It is true.” She suddenly said, waking me up from my thoughts. “You are indeed very good.” She said. I sighed in relief. “Next week, we’ll post your works and I am sure that the whole school will admire you for your talent.” She continued. I wish.

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Yay! Here's chapter 2. I hope this is a bit longer. Will surely update tomorrow :-) I love you all and special thanks to my bff because she's really supportive. <3