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❀ 4 Years Before ❀
I did not know how long I sat crying by the balcony. The rain was pouring heavily outside, several drops hit the railings furiously and splattered all over the coiled form of my body. Today was the day that my mother died exactly 6 years ago, I never did get a chance to say goodbye to her. I always felt extremely down during this day of the year, my Dad would take it worse. He would drive down to the cemetery with the intention to get over her, only to cry his heart out until night fell. Initially, life without her was bizarre as it felt weird, there was no one to scold me or care for me.
I loved my Dad, but sometimes, a Father can't fulfill the roles of a Mother. After my Mother passed away, my Dad tried his best to take care of me. He managed to clinch a job as an assistant due to his wide network of friends, he worked hard and tried his best to get over my Mum, but I would often see him crying to himself every night.
About 2 years after the incident, my Dad decided to leave town and to settle into another town. I knew that the reason he did this was so as to leave behind all the bad memories, and also to give me a chance to start over afresh.
Everything went smoothly, and soon we were picking a local school for me to attend to. In the end, we narrowed down our options to two schools, one was Whitebay High, the other was Greenfield High. It was a hard choice as both were in the vicinity, in the end we settled on Whitebay High to start my first year as freshman as it had a better reputation as compared to Greenfield High.
I did not feel too out of place when I entered the main door of the school, I knew that many people of my age were also having their first day of high school in here. The first period was the introductory class and when I entered the class, I was quite surprised to actually see that everyone knew each other. There were shouts of "Hey Tyler! Long time to see!" and "You look good Belinda, wanna hang out sometime?" from across the room. It seemed as if everyone came from the same Middle School. I instantly felt left out.
I was taking my place in the corner of the class when someone grabbed hold of my wrist. I whipped my head around to see a guy who was sitting in front of my giving me a scrutinizing look as he held my wrist.
"...Umm my name is Elizabeth..."
"What are you doing here?" He snarled at me.
I jumped back at his reaction, and hurried back to my table where I kept to myself for the rest of the day. There was another guy who was beside me who looked sort of antisocial, but he did talk to me once before the school ended. It was more of a warning.
"Stay away from them, you're a newcomer. They do not take to newcomers. Be glad that they aren't already bullying you."
❀ The Present ❀
I groaned as I willed myself to get out of my bed as the buzzer went off above my head, indicating that I was time for me to start preparing for school. This year was my final year in Whitebay High, as far as I know, my standing in school has not improved one bit. True I was not bullied, but neither was I given a second glance by anyone.
Last year, we had our major exams, I managed to score marks that would definitely put a genuine smile onto my Mother's face. But she was not there to see my accomplishments. I had long gotten over my Mother, although my heart panged for her time to time. As for my Dad, it took him far longer to get over her, but he was on the verge of recovering. Recently, instead of crying, he started lavishing all the love that he had for my Mother on me.