Hell-o! Another early update. Probably one of the longests.
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Ryann
"This can't be happening to me!" I screamed, knowing that no one would hear me, for I have turned the volume of my music player to high, and Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven' filled my room. I was dreading for this month to come. It was a saturday morning of September, and I'm in my room, staring at my calendar where I marked some dates as reminders.
I was looking forward to our upcoming exams, but not the event after that.
I almost forgot about the ball.
I got sick for two days after some events at the town. That was why I was feeling so tired and groggy. The last week of August ended while I'm in my room, sleeping like a log.
Sadly, I won't be able to escape the ball this time.
Why didn't I got sick on that day? Ugh!
My mom actually pleaded to me through a gift card to go to the Annual-Senior Ball.
I don't get it! I mean, how the hell does socializing would help me? Do I even need help? Hello? I don't think that people would start accepting the weird, socially awkward, and.. again, weird me!
I accepted the fact that I am eccentric because even though I never try so hard to be noticed, people still do.
This is killing me! I love Disney Princesses but I never dreamed of being able to look like them even once. I am me, in my comfortable tees and semi-tight jeans and tattered snickers.
I surrender
. After all, this is my mother! All of the seventeen years of my life, she never asked me to do something I know she knew I would never dare. Ever. That's how much I mean to her and to Dad. I miss them.
-- Flashback #1 -- (Two years back)
Dad flew all the way from Australia to here in Chicago just to tell Mom about how it is with the business. Our family own a clothing line, and we now have over two hundred branches all over Europe and America.
He said that business has gone bad and that Mom should go with him back to Australia. I didn't complain, or whine or do anything childish. I was proud of myself that Dad was talking to me about the business. I feel that I'm treated like an adult.
They were taken aback at my reaction. And then we group-hugged. He told me that I would soon handle one too, after I get to be a degree holder.
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