Her Name

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER I-CHOKE TO DEATH1

Realizing my own mistake is truly an awful sensation to begin with. Stupid—the accurate word that hold the perfect ring to define my own being.

I felt nothing but regret, as the decision I've made came back to my face.

You see, I have a choice at all-a choice whether to curled myself around in my own mattress and slept my way the entire day, also ditch school at the same time, call the school faculty and inform them that I am sporting a severe head ache while complaining that I have a dysmenorrhea.

I distinctly know for a fact that my plan would work but I stupidly felt the senseless idea of going to school when I most certainly know that I will be arriving ten minutes late. And probably sport some beating on my ass for being tardy for like fifth time this week, and hey I just realize that it's Friday (I've been late for the entire week, how amazing (please note my sarcasm)—my favoured day, it also symbolizes the end of weekdays and the opening for the upcoming weekend that I most certainly need.

So yeah, I choice to get my ass out of bed, have a quick shower to freshen up and shove my way inside my outfit for the day—which have been obviously mismatched since I distractedly pick the first clothes I fish out of my closet without a care for the shitty world I've live in.

Okay, I have been probably acting a little too overdramatic but let's face it there are times that you just want to claw your face in frustration when things didn't go your way—which occurred to me a lot this past few weeks apparently.

Mentally and physically I admit that I am burning with pure rage, honking my horn desperately as I wait for the green lights to appear. Unfortunately, I have been stuck out in traffic; my ten-minutes late from earlier probably have been doubled or worse may be tripled.

I really should have chosen to stay indoors.

As what they say there was no point in crying for spilt milk, eh? I have no other choice but to suck it up and deal with it.

It's better late than never, as they say. I just need some strong alibi to get pass through the devil hands of my homeroom teacher, Sir Benrick Mathius.

What more could happen? This is enough shit for my day, God forbid, I can't handle more.

I focused on my current mission-which is to figure out how the hell am I supposed to get out of this traffic, alive-may I add because I know for a fact that cops would be trailing behind me like Uncage animals if I decided to do an illegal U-turn but it's too late for that because the cars crowded around me left a little too space that if I moved I would be charge with a lot of damage.

How wonderful, I hate my life. I would be probably skinned alive by my Uncle when I got home, he would probably receive a call from the school at the moment. Speaking of Uncles, old Felix is turning 43 this week.

Shit, I still had to figure out a present for him.

Well, fuck I don't have the time to reminisce any thought just to gain some clue for what I'll get him for his birthday.

I got a plenty of time for that later but as of now I need to focus on my surroundings.

I let out a string of curses when the lights never change; the irritating bolt of red light was still on display. How long is this traffic going to last?

"Yes! Finally, thank god!"

I never thought that a bolt of green light can make me this happy. Well there were always a first on everything, right?

I happily readied myself to continue my driving, eager to live this road so I can finally arrive at my own destination.

However, another problem lands in my own hands, and it wasn't pleasant.