A Hidden Storm

Chapter 2: Ungrateful

It was Saturday, and in our country, this means we have to go to school. I don't mind, seeing as I am already used to it, but I don't like thinking that my friends won't be there when I arrive.

"So how's the food?" Mom asked, sitting down on a chair with her own noodles.

She was wearing her nightgown that old people wore, which looks good on her. It didn't actually surprised me because she is 56 years old, so dresses like that usually fits her.

"Fine." I grumbled.

'What am I doing with my life? How can I be so naive and hopeful when I told them that? Of course they'll be disgusted. They aren't part of lgbtqa, so of course. I wonder what-'

Mom scanned me with her eyes, making me came back to reality. I blinked uncomfortably, anger bubbling in my chest, "What?"

I don't mean to snap, but I was always grumpy in the morning. I was sorry about that, but apologising makes it more awkward than how it already is so I didn't say anything.

"Hmm..your acne is lessening, which is good."

'You don't need to remind me of my imperfections, Mom.'

I nodded at Mom, eating my food a bit faster than just now. A need to go out of the kitchen is suddenly increasing, and I don't know what to do.

'I don't want to go to school. What if my friends leave me? And they don't even know three quarter of my secrets. Is this how it feels to have fake friends?'

The bowl I used are empty in a matter of seconds, so I drank my hot tea and put the dishes in the sink. After that, I walk to my room which is located near the dining room.

"Alright Mom, I'll be in my room."

"Okay."

That short reply makes me wonder if I really was loved. Sure, I can be too sensitive, despite showing it with toughness and anger, but I do wonder whether people just reply to me in order to be polite.

Perhaps I was reading too deeply to this. After all, it was just an okay. Yeah...an okay. That doesn't defy love. Of course not.

Really?

The doubt had me frozen for a few second before I slowly slipped into my room. Closing the door, my eyes went immediately to my school uniform.

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Mornings in Sara Hale High school is not treated better than it usually is at around midday. Served with loneliness and quietness, the school, despite its large size, looks grim and horrific. Just like the one you would see in horror movies.

Students passed me by as I walked really slowly, avoiding eye contact. I was afraid. Afraid that if I connect eyes with one of the students, I'll think they are judging me for some reason. Judging my appearance.

'I hate this.'

Despite that, I can't shake off the feeling of alertness. I can't help but think Aura is behind me. Somewhere. Not only that, excitement of seeing her courses through my vein.

We are not really friends..kind of. More like classmates. But I remember how she was kind when we were friends. Not that she is not kind nowadays. But, she was more pleasant to talk to before we found some other friends to hang out with. In a way, she didn't leave me. I left her. But-

"Hi, Bloom." One of my classmates, Belle, greeted, staring directly at me from the stair.

Bloom. Something a stranger would call me.