A Curly Mess Of Emotions✓

4

"You're going to Singapore for your further education, attending the National University there."

Okay.

"WHAT?!?!?!" I screamt, and knocked off the vase.

"Sweetie I know that it's hard but..." My mother started to speak, but I stopped listening.

I can't process this. As the full weight of their words hit me, I feel like I'm standing in quicksand.

Have you ever been in this situation where you meet your "father" after a long time and the first thing he says to you is that he's sending you away? He doesn't get to do that!

Like, he couldn't even wait for lunch! With food in front of me, I most definitely would not have done what I did next.

I ran out of the house.
All the way to the park a few blocks ahead.
Oh wait- I didn't mention the park, did I?
So the park, Vincent's Park, is my haven whenever I get depressed with...well anything, really. Its also only a couple of blocks away, and I'm a pretty fast runner (you must have noticed that), so it doesn't take much time for me to get here. My parents know that I'll be here anyway, so they don't really bother to come all the way here. They know that it's best to leave me alone when I'm pissed.
I bought a cappuccino from a coffee shop nearby and made my way to the park. I planned to take a walk around, trying to clear my head.

How could they plan to send me to another country when they already know that I have  interactive problems? And out of all places, they chose Singapore? That is another continent, for that matter. Do they hate me so much? Plus what will I do going to a university anyway? I am already dealing with myself, so fulfilling my dream- even dreaming about being a writer again is pretty stupid and unrealistic.

Unless there is a miracle of course...but there isnt. There are no miracles.

And Russo? How am I going to leave him? He is my brother and I love him more than anything. How am I going to tell him that I'll be going to another continent to study for about 4 years! What if something happens to him while I'm gone? What if he has a relapse or something? Nothing has ever been right anyway. I really need to write a letter to that evil- headed, non- existent old man this time when I get home.But this time, I need to do something. Dependency on a piece of paper won't be of any help. Oh hope, you say? Not a chance. All the hope I had died out years ago, along with the belief I had in miracles and fate. Isn't there a saying, "God only helps those who helps themselves"? Turns out He won't be helping anybody because everybody is dependent on him, 'going with the flow' and what not.

So anyway, I have to do something, whether my parents like it or not. I think I'll just do what I just did before coming to the park.

Run away.

Not to the park though, somewhere real. Somewhere safe and free, forever. I'll come and visit Russo secretly, she'll keep a secret. But where will I go? Where can I-

"You should watch where you're going, ma'am."

oh.

Turns out I got a wee bit carried away with my thoughts because, as I came back to reality, I realised that I was standing next to a bench, far from where I had started walking, with my cup of coffee in my hand, except the cup was upturned, and the contents of the cup were all on the jacket of the person sitting on the bench.

"What... oh hell."

Let's just say that if there really was a super power, an Almighty out there, who had planned out and lives and all, I'm pretty sure he had planned today to be the worst day I could experience. First, the man who ruined my life  flawlessly re enters it. Second, my entire attempt to enter the university I planned to go to since so many years, turns out to be a hoax. Third, I'm being shipped off to a foreign country. And fourth, I crash into the one human I have had the weirdest and worst interaction with, in a grocery store swimming in cereal.
Yep, you guessed it right. (Even if you didn't) It was that weird-slash-cute guy. Mr. 1778 British.