Lorry's Story

Chapter 2

She remembered the time when she used to go to that park- or trash-  with her parents when she was like, seven years old.

She remembered every detail, trying to recall it every night before she sleeps. Cliché it is. But she can't stop her mind from thinking about it. She even cried especially the first three weeks that her parents left. It was like hell, she said.

She truly loved her parents. At first she thought she had a family like the ones she used to watch on the television. She thought everything was perfect. But she was wrong, she didn't know there's a big conflict between her parents right from the start.

And it really broke her heart when she found out.

As of now, she communicates with her mom through skype. But it wasn't like before. It was like a conversation with an old friend.

All the memories have faded away, mostly the good things. It was when she realized how much time have passed. Like the next thing she knew she was living a life like hell.

She was brought back to the present by her aunt's shout."Lorry! I told you to help me here with the laundry!"

She cursed lowly at herself. Again.

*Next morning*

"Lorry,you forgot your handkerchief" her aunt gave it to her as she was exiting the door.

You can hear her mumbling 'thanks' but it was just too low to hear.

She waved goodbye and continued walking away from her so-called home.

As soon as she enter her school, she was greeted by her classmates. One of it was Danica. She was quite 'jolly' , you could say.

The other one is Ron. He was the kind of boy-next-door type.

Next one is Neem. The hyper one, you could say.

Next is Erica, the matured one. Yes, she's the mommy.

And kristyle, the hyper number two.

Well, that makes up her group of friends. They're like the models of abnormality, but she enjoys their company. She doesn't want to fall under the circumstances of joining other groups or making her own anyway. She likes the presence of these five.

"Good morning!" Danica greeted her.

They exchanged greetings and not too long, their professor entered the classroom with a bunch of materials in hand.

They all greeted him and immediately took their seats after. All her classmates started mumbling and talking to each other, not even minding the professor standing in the middle.

But Lorry is just sitting there, waiting for the professor to say something. She couldn't be distracted by her classmates, she's always focused on the professor and only the professor of the class.

"Attention!!" The prof shouted which caused everyone to gain the attention on the man.

"The school Journalists will have a meeting after your dismissal. Mrs. Jhonson has to announce something." He said.

Lorry was a journalist. But she doesn't like it though. She was only bribed by Mrs. Jhonson because they knew she has the talent.

The whole class returned on to talking to each other again, some even throwing crumpled papers to each other, Some are sleeping and others are putting lots and lots of make ups on their faces.

Lorry's the type of girl-or woman,as she calls herself- that only wears makeup when there's an important occasion. The last time she wore a makeup was their Graduation Day. And that was like, three years ago.

In her point, everyone is beautiful in their own way. But not in the way of caking your face with crayons.

Everyone is beautiful, they're just too blind to see it. But real beauty is seen on the inside. Not the physical appearance.

She remembered her mom saying.