River's POVAfter taking a much needed cold shower, I slip off the bathroom and head towards my cupboard with a semi-wet towel resting on my neck to get the black suit which Henna,my adoptive mother, has chosen for me to wear today. I take my time to dry my hair with the towel before opening the small wooden cupboard which is painted white. Slightly frowning, I glance at the black suit in my hand, really not feeling it. I'm much more comfortable in my sweatpants and a t-shirt in this scorching heat. It's so freaking hot these days though winter will knock at the door in a few more weeks, the weather is always sunny so it burns my skin whenever I step outside. Needless to say, I absolutely hate summer heat. I prefer winter and I can't wait for this sweaty season to go away. Without wasting any more time as I'm already late, I try out the suit which is kinda bigger on me as it actually belongs to my adoptive brother, Gabriel. He is around 4 inches taller than me with a wide shoulder a
River's POVAs we all had light lunch at the funeral, Anthony decided to head towards a restaurant to have early dinner as It's already evening and we all were tired to go home and make some food.Right now we are at a family diner, Anthony is ordering food for all of us after asking what we all wanted to have a few minutes ago. I really don't have idea about food out here in restaurants as I never really went out that many times, didn't have money to buy food from restaurants either so I decided to have what Scarlet ordered which includes a hamburger and fries with oreo shake. Apparently, Henna doesn't like Orni eating junk food all the time but she didn't stop this time. She was too busy to grieve over the death of Mary. Sometimes I really don't understand her sadness. We all have to die one day. Isn't it useless to cry your eyes out for someone who will never return? I've learned from experience. No matter how much I cried, my parents never came back. If people who are still alive
River's POV Silence is filling the room with awkwardness as I arrange my things for classes tomorrow. Yes, I'm attending school from tomorrow and right now I'm feeling a mixture of feelings. I'm both scared and excited for tomorrow and both of these emotions are making me overwhelmed which will keep me up the whole night for sure. I didn't have a good experience in my last high school. I was severely bullied because I was an orphan, an easy target for a bully. At first, the bullying wasn't that severe but I called destruction upon myself by speaking up and standing up for myself. There I learnt that if you belong to the lowest part of the food chain, you should always keep your mouth shut. But I'm not sure if I've taken any lesson from it because I will probably fight back even if I know I will lose at the end. Henna knows about my high school experience just like the whole orphanage. My face was almost deformed when a group of jerks attacked me for not following their order so it
Initially, I thought I wouldn't be able to catch proper sleep due to the excitement and anxiety about going to school but I was proven wrong as I had a pleasant and sound sleep. That was actually unexpected but definitely a good sign though it doesn't cover up one bad side that I desperately need now. I wanted to sleep on the way to school to avoid facing Gabriel as I have to ride with him to school. But now I can't sleep, not because I had a good sleep,but because Gabriel's friend, whose name is Sebastian, is constantly rumbling about things that I'm not interested in.I feel like my head will explode anytime if he doesn't stop and thanks to my luck, it feels like he is not gonna stop anytime soon. I can't ask him to shut up either as it would be considered rude. He is also Gabriel's friend so I don't wanna offend either of them, I'm already walking on eggshells.I was already tensed knowing that I would have to go to school every day with Gabriel as it's actually his car. I won't b
So what if I didn't have friends by my side? I always have my enemies to give me company; trouble. Since my early childhood, trouble has always found its way to me and I gladly accept it with open arms. Back in the orphanage, I didn't really get along with most of the kids, especially with the bigger kids who used to bully others and take away their food, mine included. I had to sleep with an empty stomach many times because of them but yet I didn't stand up to them as I knew it was of no use.But the trouble starts when someone does something good to mend things, always. I got in trouble because I punched one of those bullies. They had started it first, calling me names and making fun of me. I couldn't control myself and fought back finally. It didn't do much but taught me that you shouldn't stand up against someone when you are right because people are gonna ignore you. If you are the wrong one, you become the valid one.But this time, I'm calling trouble towards myself. I just can'