Lorry's Story

Chapter 1

She walked around the park, taking ahold of the things around her. It was a nice time in the afternoon. Not too sunny, but quite chilly.

A very pleasant time of the day, you could say. But not for Lorry. Cool breeze touching her bare skin, which caused her to flinch every time the wind blows. She cursed at herself for not bringing her jacket with her.

She should've known.

You can hear the sound in the background. Crying babies, little girls' cackling, barking dog, etc. She didn't mind it anyway. Instead, she's just there.

Just... ....there.

She didn't know why she went to the park, she just feel like it. To keep from her aunt's big mouth and non-stop errands. She wanted peace of mind, away from the nightmares of the real world. She wanted calmness, relaxation. But then she realized this isn't the best place.

So she decided to leave, since she used to call this place 'the trash'. She didn't know why'd she pick this place anyway. Full of noise, everything! It was a pretty dumb choice.

She walked for good twenty minutes through the busy street.

When she reached her house, only to be welcomed by her aunt's "can you get this" "can you get that" "can you do this" and "can you do that".

Ugh, here we go again.

She doesn't prefer her home as 'home', instead, she liked to call it 'hell'. Why? because 'home' consists of a family. Like, mother, father, etc. But it turned out to be only the three of them inside. Her aunt, her little bro, and ofcourse, Lorry.

Her parents are separated. Her mom is in Taiwan, dad's nowhere to be found. She guess it's just a fucked up life.

Messed up life.