The more you HATE, The more you LOVE

There's hate, there will be always a hate. The truth and reality barely meet, makes them parallel to each other. Thus, the truth express the possibilities of falling in love to someone you loath- or maybe 'hate' in a lesser degree, and the reality speaks loud that this, is impossible to happen. Novels, stories, legends, myths, especially movies, shows the true points that I can't consider if applicable in this reality. For even those are fiction, it's also the truth, and I don't know if it can intersect in the line of reality.

I am born in a wealthy family, the White. I can still call it a family even I have only a father, a man that stands to be my father, my mother, my brother and my bestfriend. He is the only man in my life. My mother? He says she died after I was born, and it gives me uneasiness each time it crosses in my head. I don't even given a time to feel her warmth, love and care, and definitely to see her smile, but I can't cross the decision of the God Almighty.

My father fulfil his duties and responsibilities to me, and I never feel incomplete in my whole life. He raised me well as a good and beautiful lady. He's very proud of me, from whom am I to my achievements that I had. I can say I'm beautiful and gorgeous, and everyone also said that, I have money, and I excel in my school. My name always imprinted in the Dean's List, and always won in a Cheerleading Contest. Everything is just... fine, somehow.

I can say I'm tender and good, and yes, I'm popular in my school. Everyone wants me to be their friend, of course, except for those pathetic who envy me. Everything was in perfect line, not until someone just intersect in it. Now, my straight line and my life, is twirling and curving with this freak, asshole, sucker, nut- everything you can describe to him that suits to be his name.

And yeah, this is me, Ann Charesse, a White, now stand still and discover my life, and discover how lines never meet, or possibly...... cross each other.