Flowers From You

prologue

FRIDAY

Amoret.

Heat. I felt my face heating by something.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the bright morning sun saying hi to me with its warm burning sunlight. Unlucky for me, I faced towards my window so the light reflected on me. And, it hurts in the eyes so much. I abruptly sat on my bed then massage it gently as I could.

Ugh, it almost got me blinded.

After the pain passed, I squinted my eyes to glance on the sunlight coming from my single-hung window. I tried to remember the day today and what I did yesterday, but all I remember was I joined and blended in a party where I was actually uninvited. Tsk, scratch the invitations they aren't important anyways.

Then, at Friday dawn, a stranger brought me home with his BMW automobile. I don't know the model but it was a notoriously beautiful white car. It might be cost millions or more. However, all I bear in mind was his car but not his name nor face. Funny but was I imagining things that time?

Whoever that stranger in this forsaken world, God bless him but I'll just forget him.

Though, wait... Friday dawn? Friday?

I hastened to find my phone under the covers even though my arms felt weary more than I am. I blame it all in the alcohol last night for making me feel fuddled and dizzy. Plus, an extreme migraine as a bonus prize.

When I found my phone, I pushed the on button to verify if my assumption is correct. Though, when the time and date appeared on the screen, I am the unluckiest girl in the world.

"Shit", was all I could say for my stupid self.

***

Hadyn.

"x goes with the y, and the tables..." I mumbled to myself whilst our teacher in statistics teaching about his subject. I followed every moment of his and his hand as he writes numbers and letters in the board. I couldn't focus, everything is like mixed up to me.

Statistics was one of the hardest subject that I couldn't concentrate much. It always goes from that point to that point and for a second, to that far-distant point. I can't see the significance of it in my future since I'm not going to be a Statistician nor a Mathematician.

I tilted my head to the clock to check the time. There is still forty minutes before the next subject. I wish someone would save me now.

***(IPHONE RINGTONE)***

My teacher halted speaking while everyone's head veered into any direction including him. Some began to awake and some ignored the annoying ringtone.

"Can somebody please answer the call?" Mr. Pervakos said with his gruff voice. Instantly, I remember that I owned an iPhone. I immediately yanked my bag then dug my hand in it to find that it is the one that causes the abrasive sound. And, it originates from my bitchy best friend, Amoret Margots. She's probably the least person that I expect to save me from this tedious subject.

I lifted my gaze from the phone to my classmates who had their stares on me. Their stares weigh me down like an anchor, even my teacher looked at me with disappointment.

My teacher extended his hand then pointed the door signing me to go outside. "Thank you sir", I responded.

I quickly treaded my way outside the classroom then gently closed the door with a thud. I answered the call then put my phone on my right ear.

"What was it?" I hissed through the phone. I can't afford to go to the guidance's office, my record would be scratched.

["Can you please help me?"] she pleaded, ["You know I would get some punishment from the office if I showed up very very late in school"].

"You should've said that to yourself before going to an all-night party when you can't afford the consequences", I retorted. Damn this girl, I promised myself I wouldn't be cutting classes just to save her from the barren punishments of the guidance counselors to the late comers.

["Oh come on Hadyn, you're not like that you always helped me-"] I cut the call before she begged then coax and brainwash me with her whining voice and gentle persuasion.

Albeit, guilt stabbed on my chest. Yes, Amoret is my 3-year best friend that always clings with me. She wasn't the Amoret I knew. As I recall, she was sweet and humble back then. Now, she always undergo changes that sometimes I don't know her but sometimes I do.

Still, whatever happens, she is always my best friend.

I'm sorry Amoret but you need to discipline yourself.

to be continued...