Monday, July 13, 2015.
Andrea watched the morning news sitting eating her breakfast, talking about an unfortunate couple who had been murdered in their own home. One more in the cases of the last few days, since, like that one, several homicides had already occurred. The killer seemed not to have a strict relationship with his victims, as other popular killers did, as if he was only killing for fun.
- Andy ... -
Her mother's voice brought her out of her reverie, Laureen was coming down the stairs ready to go to work, she was a very beautiful woman, with long, straight hair falling down her back like liquid chocolate and the same beautiful gray eyes Andrea possessed; followed by Arthur, her father who wore a splendid tailored suit, with well-defined features and even a slightly split chin. They were both recognized members of a major law firm in the city, so they weren't used to being at home much, but that didn't bring her with care.
- Can I miss school today? - Andrea asked reproachfully and frowning.
- But you already missed twice this week - her father replied while fixing his red tie - What about your exams? -
- They are next week -she answered - But I can study here -
- Why don't you want to go?- Her mother's narrowed gaze caused her to look apart. Yes, she had her reasons, but it was way too ridiculous to want to be absent just because of some annoying guys, so she kept quiet and shrugged.
- I hate school - Her father laughed after taking a drink of coffee.
- Teenagers - Laureen accompanied her husband with a laugh and Andrea just looked at them with a sarcastic smile. It was obvious that she hated school, but not only that but also those who attended to it was having to sit for five hours safely listening to a teacher who said things that she did not care about and putting up with being thrown paper balls or caps of pens on the back or on the head, was having to endure insults and superficial comments by materialistic boys and girls who had more money than brains.
She did not have a single friend and during breaks, she preferred to go somewhere where she could be alone and without being disturbed, reading or, doing anything.
Around that, there was something that Andrea found strange; the hatred for those who bothered her had grown with each mockery, with each criticism and each joke, something inside her begged to hurt them, but not the kind of damage that words or simple words produce, whatever she wanted it was that they begged on their knees for their miserable lives. It was a feeling that grew inside her chest like a bubble, and she struggled more and more to keep it inside her. There had been days when she had fantasized about torturing them, killing them, and that in addition to causing confusion or anything else, made her feel afraid, afraid of what would happen the day the bubble burst.
- Well ...- her father's voice pushed her out from her thoughts, putting her feet back on the Earth. It wasn't normal for her to think about such things, was it? - You are going to school today, Andrea, and it is not the subject of discussion, so go ahead - Andrea took her last sip of coffee and went upstairs to brush her teeth.
A few minutes later, she was getting out of her parents' car in front of the school, even though she had ardently insisted that they leave her before arriving, she slung her backpack over her shoulder.
- Have a good day, darling! - her mother yelled from the driver's seat before she closed the door.
- Do you have money? - asked her father.
- Yes - she answered - I'll stop by the library after school, I'll be at home for dinner -
- Very well, we'll wait for you, pretty -" Laureen smiled at her and then remained silent, looking at her daughter in a way that Andrea could not identify in her gray eyes. - We love you, daughter - her father looked at her too and supported his wife's words with an assent, looking at her in the same strange way.
Andras assented too, suppressing the idea of frowning. Why did they say that to her now?
- I'll see you later - started the way to the entrance of the school. As she climbed the stairs, she put on her black jacket cap, hoping that no one would notice her, put her hands in her pockets, and lowered her head.
Wherever she passed, people avoided seeing her too much, they whispered things to each other and then laughed out loud, probably making fun of her, Andrea tried hard to ignore them, but it wasn't too easy.
"How I wish to kill this people"
YOU ARE READING
Doomed
Mister / Thriller" - You are not going to say otherwise - he put her against the wall and cornered her with his arms, so close to her face that she could feel his warm breath on her cheekbones - I saw you entering school, you are an outcast, without friends, nobody...
