My Own Story

Chapter Two

"Vea get off of the car" Dad said for the hundreth times already . I'm dumb deaf of what his saying, paralysed caused I can't move, my heart involuntarily quit pumping, not breathing.

"Vea!" a yell mix with vigorous shaking ressurrected my system waking me that this is truly happening.

I turned my head to his direction only to be greeted by a frustrated pissed off Dad, I swivelled my gaze away from him I heard a sighed before a paper was handed to me "That's your schedule just follow the inscription there and I already arranged your paperworks so no need to worry."

Worry? .. Can't you see? I had loads of it.

"Here's your bag by the way, and now get off the car."

Bag?

"Vea for the last time, GET OFF THIS CAR .. NOW!" he exclaimed emphasizing the last sentence trapping me. Snailing my every movement didn't work I instantly felt the ground beneath me, wind embraced me, sun's heat revived me, the sight froze me.

I was petrified.

SCHOOL. HIGHSCHOOL.

It is-was flooding, covered with teenagers . EVERYWHERE .

I rotated to my left much to my dismay Dad faded away that thought alone drives my heartbeat in overdrive. He really doesn't care about me enough reason to leave me behind. I HATE HIM. Yes, I hate him and I mean it.

I'm alone a child lost in the big city illiterate with the basic tactic to survive.

Just breath Bhreniella.

Inhale ... Exhale

Bit better.

I managed to study the foreign environment that surrounded me. Tons of girls and boys having their own styles scattered here and there, laughing to the top of their lungs, fooling around, talking with themselves, too caught with each others lives, satisfied with the present world where they evolve.

They belong here.

I don't.

In fact I don't belong anywhere I'm supposed to be locked away obviously stuck with the past that controlled me entirely.

The past?

Well, this 'School Thing' I'm not used with this stuffs. It's My first time,first time 'MY VERY FIRST TIME' in my whole scripted life and attending in a 'Real School' was so not in the script, I didn't see it coming.

Since I was a kid Mom never ever let attend in a 'Real School'. EVER. She homeschooled me together with my very close cousins, I was happy and content back then.

Years flew as well as age itself the once young innocent eyes started to explore with wonder filled with curiosity of what lies ahead.

We got separated. One by one.

My cousins decided to attend in a 'Real School' to experience what it feels like ...

Learning in a 'Real School' with Real Teachers, Real Classmates and Real Environment they want something Real and New. The time came wherein I was totally alone, alone during my study with no one but myself. I was not happy with it, not happy.

But, what can I do Mom wouldn't let me go which is a good thing cause I don't wanna go either . Studying alone is better than to be with those random people who knew nothing but mess they're filthy, bully, mean, sick, selfish, liar, disaster, nothing but da-..

"Stay out out of the shitty way Freak" a buffy guy boomed annoyance trailed in his voice, grabbing me back to reality.

I can't move, can't even talk, there's a lump in my throat, mental block, utter shock.