The 17th July

2. Story In a Story

Shella Zee

'So how long is it since that day?'
Was always the right thought that i killed my time with. But the reason i killed my time not because i'm bored, i just need something to think about before i'm fully awake.

'How long since i live at her house?"
I looked across my table, only to meet with Annika's well prepared features. She looks like in a rush, but still she have some times to make a breakfast for me.

"Annika... what day is today?" I asked her with sleepy eyes.

"Sunday, here your breakfast. I can't be long, so i'll get going now. And If you have nothing to do, can you do some revision for the--"

"Yes... yes... i will. Be careful," i answered.
Shoving a spoonfull of pancake inside my mouth.

I know, there might be a ton of questions about both of us. But firstly, i and Annika weren't siblings. We even not having a lovey dovey feelings, okay... now that sounds more gross. Of course we don't have!!

We are only bestfriends, best buddies and partner in crime. I still have both of my parents, of course. But i chose to live with the HardWorker Annika!

Why?? Well, she is indeed my saviour.

"What if she didn't see me that time. Maybe i'm dead?"

I stood up from the chair and putting my plate in the sink, for awhile i stood up and peeked up inside the refrigerator.

"Maybe i'll stop by the grocery shop for awhile..."

A story in the story, might sounds weird.
But if i told you this story, maybe you guys might understand a bit about me... and Annika Sket.

Well everything started with my hair... having a silver coloured hair between a ton of peoples might be really strange right. Everything seems fine, but started from my Junior High... my friends didn't wanted to play with me anymore.

A reason? Well, they said... playing around a silver haired girl can bring a bad luck. Although, i know that's only a rumour made up by a little kid around my ages.

But since then, no one... believe in me and no one ever wanted to play together with me. Having a fame and wealth not bringing me anything. I'm not telling my parents.

But at the last year of Junior High, everything got worser than i thought. Peoples tricked me.

They called me to a strange-big-park located near Annika's house. Well, that time... i didn't know that her house is around here and i even didn't know her at all.

At the strange-big-park... suddenly one of them kicking me... punching me... and then lastly they pour a sticky black coloured liquid towards my head.

'You supposed to have some colour on your head! See isn't that looks more great!!'

That time till now, i really remembered clearly who... is the head of all the bullying in the school. Her name is... Tia Ratika.

That time, i thought i better die. I better not going back and do a suicide. But that click sounds changed everything.

'What's that sounds?'
'A camera sound?'

Click... Click... Click...

'Someone taking a picture of us, what can we do... Tia?!"
'Don't think any longer... if you ever hurt this girl again. I think i'll send this picture to your school or publishing them somewhere,'

As the peoples who was bullying me ran away, a girl stepped closer to me. She sat in front of me for a while and then she patted my shoulders.

'It's useless to do suicide, if you kill yourself. It'll only bring suicide to the others too... a simple decision can bring someone to another unclever decision,'
'You sounds like a Journalist,'

The girl who looks like the same height as me stopped her sentences as she heard my words, after i stood up. She pulled me towards a public sink and even pour some water smoothly.

'Try to pour the water slowly like that and use the shampoo. My sister ever accidentally pour a sticky liquid like that towards her head and this shampoo might be the only solution... here i got this towel for you,' she smiled.

She motivated me, helped me and even tried her best to be my pillar. But just the time i want to say thank you, suddenly someone pushed her away. A camera that was lingering around her neck... was threw away by a sudden push and making a crack sounds.

'What did you do to my daughter! Oh my... Shella! You... don't you ever meet my daughter again! Ever!'

That time... i felt so wrong. I tried to struggle reaching her with my small palms, i tried to say it's not her but... but... i don't have any times.

As i arrived at my houses, my mom hugged me tightly and right away i used the shampoo that girl gave me... and gladly the girl saying the right things.

I wanted to thank her, really really thank her. Because since that time... no one ever bullied me again. But i didn't know who's her name and even her school. So i searched her whereabouts, having a computer skills supposed to made me easier to find her. But i failed to find her, until a week before i attending my Senior High.

I told my parents right before i go to that park, i explained what's happening and that girl is my saviour and that time my father told me something...

'I talked to that girl a few months ago, because a woman was shouting at her. She thanked me... and she left her phone number for you. She really is a kind girl, she also told me a man almost taking my wallet silently and gave me back my wallet ,'

With that i checked a piece of paper that my father putted at the back of his smartphone, it's a real number and there's a name below the number.

'Mom... Dad, can i live with my saviour? Because i know that you and mom will always go on a trip for work... so if one day... i get to know her better...'

Since that last question, my parents answered with a slight nod. They trusts Annika so much and they even let me to learn a private self-defence techniques, if something was out of was we thought.

But as far as i know, Annika is a Popular Journalist in this City. Although, no one knew it was her because she's using 'SpunkyAnonymous' as her penname. She even told me... she have a sister and her mom was staying at the hospital for 2 years and more now.

And even if she works as a Journalist, she still work at some part-time job in holiday.

"Maybe sometimes, i need to ask her... she really are not the type to lie thought." I smiled to myself.

I think i took a lot of time to explained everything about us... then i'll take a chocolate for snacks while doing a revision later.

As i wanted to reach one of the sweets at the rack, without i knew someone held my hand. Yeah, someone held the hand which i use to reach the sweets and i reflects punching someone right to his face.

"OUCH!"

With a shrieked from the man who i punched... i just realized. That i'm not supposed to be in the grocery shop and only deepening my face behind my black hat.

"I... i'm so sorry!!"