Missing Pieces

Chapter#03: The Good Days

I miss the days when I was a kid. I did a lot of stupid things, got scolded and punished by dad, but I had been a good girl in school for years. I was kind of bossy, always in the lead and sometimes bad with the bad guys, but I was the topper, so I was known to be a genius bitch. They were the good days. I used to be careless, there were no worries in life.
The good thing about my school life was that I never fell for someone. My trust issues never allowed me to. I considered these things really bad then. I used to think that I'll never fall for someone, it's useless to love someone you just met, and then think about him all the time, care for him, and fail in exam because of that bastard and destroy yourself for the sake of this love, because no one stays. Love sort of thing doesn't exist, it's just an attachment, every time. Everyone leaves in the end. I was somehow right, but who knew that some events will change my thoughts.
I hated school so much. I wanted to stay home. You can't imagine how much I hated school. I was an introvert so I hated public interactions and I hate to take orders, I just can't follow rules and regulations. I have my own rules and I change them accordingly. I had no friends until I found that group of shit heads. They were just like me. But they were talkative and extroverted, so I adjusted with them. I'm thankful to them, they did their best to save me from all evils and I love them.
During vacations, they all went to France. I was alone here. I was bored. We had no plans that summer. I made some friends in the community park. They were also my school mates. I stayed in their group for a few months but they were so mean. I don't like them. I was always available for them when they needed me, but when I needed someone, I was empty. That was the time when I really missed my friends so much. They gave me a lesson too, they taught me how to judge before making friends. Every person is not your friend. No one loves you, they love the benefits. The contacts end up when you're done with those benefits.
Well, I've spent the best years of my life. Hoping for good ahead too. I've learnt much. I'm changed. I've grown up. I've met new people. I've got to know the world. And I don't trust easily. There are reasons.
Every phase of life is a different one. And I'm excited for the new one.

Who knows how different would be the next phase of Silvestra's life?
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