First Person's Point of View
Fun, this how they describe their highschool life. But my own definition? It's a NIGHTMARE.
Pressured, for all this time, this is how I felt. With my parents telling my achievements to everyone when I reach their expectations, and scolding me, hitting me, and looking down at me when my best wasn't enough for them.
Friends? I don't have one. While they're enjoying with their buddies, I bond with my books. While they're strolling at the mall, I'm at my room, isolating myself.
So where's the fun? I hope you understand me and know me now for who I am. 'Cause it's me, Luna Sawyer, and I have a CRUEL LIFE.
***
"Mom, please stop! I'm so sorry," I cried while my knees are trembling from mom's painful spank of belt in my back.
"I just got humiliated because of your low rank this 2nd Quarter. 3rd? Oh god, Luna! Are you a loser?!" she exclaimed and started hitting me again.
All I can hear in this room were moans of mine and the banging sounds of my mom's belt whipping my skin until, someone opened the door and walked towards us.
"Hey, mom! What are you doing?!" he asked and pulled me towards him. He hid me behind him and looked at me with his worried face. I just gave him a small smile in return.
"Look, who's here again to save the shame to our family?" Mom sarcastically asked while giving us her glare.
"How could you say that to your own child?" he asked back.
"Because that's who she is. It's your lucky day, Luna. An angel came to save an unfortunate woman," she faked a smile and left the room, thumping.
"Are you ok?" he hugged me tightly knowing that he's so worried.
"Bro, you shouldn't have done that. What mom said was true, I'm a trash," I replied, stopping the tears from building on the side of my eyes. I don't want to look weak in the eyes of everyone, I can pretend to be strong when I'm not.
"Huh!" he sighed for the nth time, "Are you sure you can go to school with those bruises? You can rest now if you want?" he examined my arm.
"No, I am okay," I answered him shortly.
***
I finally arrived at my school, waved a goodbye to the only person who believes in me, Rigel Ken Sawyer, my brother.
I look around and saw students, running, laughing, and talking with each other. I questioned myself, 'Why am I a loner? Do I intimidate them?', I shook my head while as I think.
Something caught my eyes, a man coming down from his car. And yeah, he's my dad. He is a Math professor in our school. I run towards him with a happy smile.
"Dad-"
"What's with this?" he cut my words and handed me a paper. I opened it cheerfully, but my mood changed when I saw what it was.
"What about this dad? My grades were higher compared to the last quarter. It is only on Biology, History-"
"Hey, Luna. You didn't just decreased on Biology and History. Look how Ms. Snow ranked from 3rd to 1st. You know that I don't want to lose to somebody." he turned his back at me and headed to his classroom.
I stayed in front of the way, standing and staring at my dad's classroom.
"Just a shame, loser, and a trash," I said to myself and smiled bitterly. I can't help but to cry with words that keep on popping up in my mind.
