I walked into the classroom and sat.
"Why are you late again, Ms. Alex?" My bruises began to feel exposed as she looked at me from head to toe. I pulled my zipper higher as I rolled my eyes.
"None of your business."
"Don't give me that attitude!" She shouted as I mentally sighed. Stupid teacher.
She began to teach her daily nonsense as I felt my eye lids close.
RINGGG RINGGG!
Finally, lunch break. I hurriedly took my bag as I dashed for the cafeteria.
I got my lunch and went out to eat under my personal tree.
After lunch, I took out my earphones and napped for a few minutes.
I woke up as I felt myself being lowered to the ground. I slowly opened my eyes and stood up.
I was in the middle of a wide valley filled with violets, and in the middle I saw him. He was perfect. He wore a white sweater and black pants that enhanced his blue green eyes.
I tried to go to him, but once he saw me he smiled and ran.
Once I reached him, he said, "I'll meet you soon."
Then he disappeared.
Then I woke up with a jolt. What a strange dream, at least I don't have math this afternoon.
I happily walked through the halls of our school.
But unfortunately, my small tiny bubble of sunshine was popped by a certain someone.
Standing right in front of me is my best friend, or should I say ex best friend, clinging unto the devil.
Well, guys, introducing Soomi and Drake. The power couple of the school and my own guardian angels. More like fallen angels.
Soomi Kim, is or was my best friend, until she noticed how much better my brother is.
While Drake, Drake is my older brother, who practically gets everything. And I mean everything.
"Look, who's here babe. The accident kid and the murderer in one!" She said, while laughing.
"Well, it is indeed true. Nobody wanted her so it wouldn't matter if I did this!" He replied as he poured coke on my shirt.
I kept my face straight, even though what he said hurt me. I turned back and went straight to the toilet.
Once I was in one of the cubicles, I cried. I let all the tears I have kept in flow and make its own puddle of emotions.
I cried not because it was all lies, but because it was the truth.
I was an accident.
And I did kill my father.
