He took my hand, his tender soft palms feeling like peaches, he held my small tiny hands with a tight grip but in a protective manner. "We can't do this, no one will ever approve; we cannot just turn everyone down." I honestly protest through bitter tears. He held my hands even tighter.
"Who said we can't? All our lives, it has been about what other people think. For once April, can we both choose the choice that makes us happy?" I shook my head. "Why are we always focusing on what others think, why do we always put their happiness before ours?" After he spoke those words, there was a moment of silence, both our minds looking for an answer that seems like doesn't exist.
"Because..." I finally whispered, letting go of the grip of his hand. "We believe their happiness are more valueable than ours and- *BEEP*"
"Pardon?"
"I said, Their happiness are by far more valueable than- *BEEP* "
"APRIL! WAKE UP!!"
"Huh?"
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
I jumped out of bed after realising what the sound was, my late alarm. It's funny how dreams seem so real sometimes, although the occurences are so unrealsitic. I grab my phone and look at the alarm. 8:25am. FUDGE.
I rushed out of my room and quickly rushed into Cherry's room, slamming the door open then into Penny's. And as usual, they are empty. At time, I find Penny there still asleep but there's never a way to convince her to come because everyone knows she will just pretend to be ill if you try to.
There is a rule in this household, if both parents are at work then it's bad luck sucker, you're by yourself.
I quickly grab my bags and run down the stairs then after remembering that I'm in my panjamas, run back up and run for my wardrobe in my room. I am so dead.
I look at all my clothes and there is so little, I am not a shopaholic type of person so having little amount of clothes is natural; but today is a Wednesday so it's laundry day, meaning that I have twice as little clothes then usual.
I look back at my alarm clock and it is 8:28, I know it is useless to rush to go to school since the school gates would be close at 8:30 but I would just have to suffer a detention and go through the office door and pretend I came from the othodonstist.
I wouldn't normally do this kind of stuff but today is a speical day.
Suddenly, an idea rushed into my mind and remembered the hidden birthday present I recieved last year. I go on my knees, stupidly enough, I decieded to slide in my rough carpet to my bed; creating carpet burns in my skin.
I burry my face under my bed and pick out the spot wrapped box and quickly grab my head and the box out. This present is for aunt Susan. The whole family knows she is a fashion designer so everyone always gets her present as an emergency tool kit when it comes to total ugly fashion day.
I unwrap it like a lion claws out the skin of its victim, violently but with care that the lunch won't be ruined. And there beholds a cute coral peach sleeveless skater dress with a brown thin belt with its company. Susan saves me again.
I quicky put it on and luckily I have not gain or lost any weight since last year so it fits perfectly. I grab my bag and run out the door. With a brush and hair tye in my hand. "I'll do my hair in the bus." I reeassure myself.
When I arrive, I aimed to go through the office but awkwardly enough, the gates was closed. I grab my phone out of my pocket. It's 8:57am, this can't be right? Did Penny and Cherry adjust my time to mess with me? Nah, they are too lazy.
