Opposites - Marcus Gunnarsen.

Part nine.

I was walking 'home'.

I walked in.

I could smell the alcohol through the whole house.

It was the time of the month.

Time of the month where my 'mom' was home.

I hated that time.

I closed the door slowly and as quiet as I could.

I didn't want them to know that I was home.

I quickly but quietly went into my room and locked the door after me.

I sat down on my bed.

I took my phone out of my pocket.

It was only 4 in the afternoon.

I didn't have much to do.

I decided to leave the house again before my mom would notice that I was home.

I took my bag, my phone and some of my money.

I have to get food on my own.

I was walking down the street.

I spotted a café and went in to it.

I went up to the counter to order my food.

A young boy was standing there.

Boy-"Hey beautiful, what can I help you with?".

Don't even try boy.

Me-"I would like a strawberry milkshake".

It was the only thing I could afford.

I gave him the money and he sent me a smile.

I walked away and found me a seat.

I sat down in the back away from all the other people.

I was just sitting and hearing music, until the boy came over with my milkshake.

Boy-"Here is a milkshake to a beautiful girl".

He sat the milkshake on the table and smiled.

People usually don't call me beautiful.

Boy- "So tell me. What is such a beautiful girl doing here all alone?".

I sighed.

Me-"Well who should I be here with?".

Boy-"Well. Your boyfriend, your friends, your family?".

He looked kinda weird at me but still with a smile.

Me-"I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have any friends, and my family...I don't know".

He lost his smile.

He pulled the chair out in front of me and sat down.

Boy-"What is it with you family?".

Me-"Well, my mom is always working".

I lied.

He dosent need to know about my life.

He is a stranger.

Boy-"Oh...What about your dad?".

I bit my lip.

Me-"Uhm...he doesn't live in this country".

This wasn't a lie.

No, he doesn't live in this country.

Because he lives in a beautiful place called heaven.

And why am I still talking to this boy?

I stood up and took my stuff and milkshake with me.

Me-"I have to go".

Boy-"Okay, well It was nice talking to you".

Me-"It was also nice talking to you".

Lie.

I don't like talking with people.

And specially not when they ask about my life.

I know they don't do it on purpose.

But still, it annoys me a lot.

I don't even know why I was nice to him?

Normally I just reject people right away.

Whatever I'm never going to see him again.

I don't want to be nice to people, why should I?

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