Reality

It's okay, I understand. 
-Anonymous

Beep. "Hey, it's me, Sarah. I was just worried for you nowadays because your phone is ringing but you're not picking it up. So... any problems that's bothering you nowadays? I want to help you overcome whatever it is.You just can't live the world by yourself, you know. So uh.. Call me, alright? You know I still care about you." Beep. Message was 26 seconds.

I gave a loud sigh and threw an empty canned drink into the rubbish bin. I lay down on my bed, with the curtains closed. The Sun was too bright for me and I did not want to be disturbed from my sleep by the sunlight. The bed was hard and rough, while there were no blankets to be covered over with. There were no pillows for me to rest my head on. It was just a bed, and yet I lay down still on the bed, doing nothing but sulking over the past and the stupidity of many people whom I knew. It has been a year ever since I ever saw them all. Ever since I moved to another country from England. Creating new friends in the United States of America was just something that I could not do very well, but I was capable to befriend those who were from other countries well. However, everytime I saw them, they all reminded me of the past. In the end, I grew distant from them more and more, despite befriending them to make it hard again. They were never real friends for me. 

Beep beep. Eleven AM. The phone rang out loud and I decided to wake up. The curtains were closed as the heat and light was unbearable for me. I gave a loud groan as I attempted to sit up straight and stare blankly into the void that I saw in front of me. I stood up to the mess in my room and struggled to walk towards the curtains to allow the wrath of the sunlight to touch the skin of my body and my clothes. It was four PM in London, and the classes just ended, if I was still there. The timezones in Earth made it difficult for me to contact them. However, it was a fortunate thing for me as I did not want to talk to any of the people I used to talk to. I did not comprehend the reason why my life had to be like this. I had to lie to my parents that I wanted to move to the United State of America to continue my studies here, when in truth, I moved so that I could avoid my so called "friends". Even the recent "friends" that I had were starting to act like the ones in my past. It was truely a terror for me, for the past was something that I could never get over about...

"Oy Collan!" shouted the Scottish boy towards me, "you were the one who was so stupid enough to go against the teacher weren't you laddie? Yeah yeah, maybe you could tell me what this word is, professor? Hahaha..."

"What do you think that you are doing now Douglin?" asked Sarah towards them with a mixture of the American and British English accent. Her face looked fierce and strong but Douglin did not back down from her.

"Wha, think you can do anything to me you American? I'd like to see ya try," tempted Douglin. 

Sarah tried to march towars him to slap him once but I grabbed her foot, and shook my head to signify her to let things be and not do anything. The last time that she did it was when she was almost expelled. 

"Ha! Cowards, you don't deserve to say anything," said Douglin. I could sense her foot tensing up, and see her hidden fists clenching to become a wrench. She gritted her teeth and miraculously prevented herself from getting into violence again. Douglin then continued to tell his gang that they should go, with a big smile planted on his face as if he had faced victory against us. But then again, the coward was him when you think about it, because all he tries to do is pick on people he knows he would win against. 

"Sarah, it's ok--" and my sentence which was constructed shortly after they left was interrupted by her. 

"Don't you dare say that it is okay Collan, not this time."