The Unbreakable Thread

Chapter 1: Calm and Collected

-Angela-

I look at myself in the mirror, everything is still the same, nothing has changed. Except for the part that mom is gone.

I sighed and fixed my hair, I stood up, then went downstairs.

I saw dad reading a newspaper. I took two pieces of bread then put them on the toaster. I then walked towards the fridge to get some mango juice.

"Morning dad" I greeted him, but sadly, I didn't get any response. I just ignore it and continue preparing my breakfast.

Life has always been like this. Dad has been colder to me ever since mom got into an accident then passed away. I never thought that we could live a life like this. All nothing but sadness and coldness around.

Dad was never the same man that I know. I always feel like a stranger to him, he never talks to me anymore. I tried reasoning with him, but it just didn't work. I understand him though, he must've loved mom that much that it made him change so much.

I placed my food on the table and ate the toasted bread.

"We took a science quiz yesterday. I had a hard time answering the chemical balancing equation, but hard work was worth it." I smiled but dad just looked at me then back to his reading.

I drink the mango juice, grab my things and walk towards the exit door.

I headed outside and saw Jessy, my best friend in front of the car, already waiting for me.

"Good morning" I got inside the car and greeted her.

"Seems nothing is good in your morning"

"Don't ask about it. Everything is still the same."

She nodded and we both drove in silence. I didn't speak to her and nor did she.

I didn't mean to be rude on this one, but I don't know, I'm just not in the mood to talk about it.

I stared outside the window, and felt uneasy. I'm trying hard to contain every feeling inside me. I couldn't count how many times I'm trying to remain calm and collected.

The patience I have is too long since I often tried to understand my father's behavior, I don't want to make things worse between us.

I feel like one day, I'm just going to explode out of anger.

When we reached the school, I quickly got out of her car. I looked puzzled when I glanced up, the sky was gloomy, the wind blew stronger that my hair hit my face. Each second, my hands are starting to heat up like fire burning. I looked down at it shaking, but it seemed fine.

"Hey! What are you staring at for? Let's go!" said Jessy, linking her arms to mine.

We head towards the entrance and heard loud laughs that caught our attention, then saw the school's mean girls wannabe wearing a very short skirt like above the knee lengths, then very tight crop tops that symbolize their flat boobs (sorry on that one, but it's true), they hold their pom-poms while dancing on the side of the road, which they think they own.

"Why do they have to wear short skirts when they could just wear their panties instead?" Jessy laughed and we both went inside.

But since life hasn't been nice to me ever since, it always prepares something terrible for me every single day. Either humiliation or physical and verbal abuse.

I walked through my lockers and took some of the books that I would be needing for today when I saw Margareth and her two sidekicks walk towards me.

"Hi! What have you got there?" said Margareth with her fakest smile, while her friends laughed with her. I ignored them and kept on looking at the ground trying to avoid their gazes. I don't want to be today's topic again. Yesterday was too much already.