From The Start

C R O S S R O A D S (final snippet)

Merida

School again, and I am pretty sure that I am late again as usual. All the days were the same. Nothing special, and I'm tired of going to school. Who needs school by the way? People just care about their grades and rankings. Also, imagine, sitting in the classroom for a day, was really boring.

I would rather stay in my room eating Tortilla than sitting while listening to my annoying teacher all day. But studying is required so that I can get a legal job and money in the future, or whatever.

But now my interest in school is archery. My one and only interest. Soon, I will be a coach to an international Archery Games Society.

I decided to walk heading to school because my brother borrowed my mom's car and I have no money to commute, so I decided to walk. Since our house was not so very far, I can walk with my own.

I grab my earphone from my pocket and put it in my ear and played a song called, bury a friend by Billie Eilish. This song is awesome and I love it.

As I arrived, I entered the front door on the east wing of our school building. The hallways are quiet and I assumed that the students are in their respective rooms studying.

I took a right turn and saw a paper bag. I stopped and picked it, I opened the bag and saw a lunchbox. Hmm nice, free food. I think somebody left it here. But it's lost, so it's mine now.

I continue walking through the hallways but then I saw a girl. I think she's looking for something. Suddenly she speaks, "where's my breakfast?"

I look at the paper bag that I was holding. Maybe she was the owner of this paper bag. She looked worried. Maybe she's hungry. Welp, no more free food for me.

"Hey!" I called. She stopped and looked at the direction where I was standing.

"Is this yours?" I trailed, showing her the paper bag that I was holding. She said that it was hers, so I slowly approach her to give the paper bag to her.

I noticed that there's something happened in her right arm, is she hurt? Her arm is swelling, I can tell she's hurt.

"Holy- Girl, what happened to you? Are you alright?!" I exclaimed. She hid her arm behind her, trying not to show to me. But I already saw it.

I gave her the paper bag and ask her about what happened on her arm. She said nothing and she said it's only just a scratch but I knew that she's lying.

I quickly walk behind her and grabbed her arms to make sure she won't hide it to me and to know she's lying. Ha, me being me.

Gosh, her right arm is swelling. She screamed in pain as her scream echoed through the hallway. She cussed and screamed at me. I don't care.

I told her that she should go to the clinic to have some rest and she can eat her breakfast there, while she's resting. I'm sure she's already starving.

She told me that don't even do that again, the squeezing and grabbing and some shit. Whatever, I just wanted to make sure that she's telling the truth.

She agreed to go to the clinic. And I helped her carry her books and stuff and guide her to the clinic. And also, I forgot to mention my name to her maybe we could be friends, who knows.