How Love Play My Heart

Good morning people! I shouted, as if there were people around me. I'm just a plastic doll, though.

Sorry, huh? God bless.

I just woke up.

I guess that's what happens when you're lazy, you're really lazy. Well, I'm talkative when I'm alone, but I keep my mouth shut whenever people are around me.

I went to the bathroom first. My room has a bathroom so I don't have to go out when I need to use it. Our house isn't that big, just enough for the three of us living here. But we have two guest rooms because my brother used to stay overnight here, especially when Mom wasn't around.

I'm lucky to have them because they treated me like a sister, and it somehow made me feel less like an only child.

Maybe that's why I'm not a friendly person. I prefer being alone than talking about pointless things. But if it's important, I won't ignore you.

I'm not really the social type. I don't like parties, crowded places, and noisy environments.

Sometimes I pretend like I don't care about anyone. I'm hard on people I don't like to be with. I'm not like others who are happy when someone approaches them. I'm not used to it. I mean, why should I pretend to be someone I'm not, right?

It's not that I'm being picky, but I just need to distance myself from people who might hurt me in the end. Well, I know not everyone wants to hurt someone, but I just don't feel like it. When I was young, they always bullied me because of my hair. I don't understand why they do that. Can't they just look at me instead of putting me down?

I don't know what the point is of hurting someone's feelings.

I only become talkative when I'm with my family or close friends. I guess I built walls around my heart. It feels like trauma or I have trust issues. I may seem cold on the outside, but they don't know what I'm really like inside.

Is it bad?

Am I becoming a bad person? I want to ask myself if I'm ready for this.

It's okay with me if they call me a snob, a bitch, or any other names they can think of, as long as it's just words. Because if it's not, I won't hesitate to punch them if I have to.

For me, people only like you because of your looks, your wealth, or your attitude. If you're part of an elite family, they'll be the ones to approach you first. If you're beautiful, they'll go out of their way to chase you just to praise you.

I don't know what people are thinking. But I hope they'll learn to see each other as equals. Like, no one is above or below anyone else.

I always believe that if you ignore them, they'll be challenged.

Anyway, I'm Ashiannie Kate Ventura. I'm still a student, and I have friends who I treat like siblings. That's what I meant. Ugh! I'm being so talkative whenever I'm alone. I didn't realize I had said so much. It's okay with me, though. I'm used to being alone.

Only Mom used to call me that. I'm an only child because Mom had a health issue. They didn't even know they would have me. In simple words, I'm a miracle baby to them. And because I'm a miracle baby, my cousins are so protective of me, even more than Dad.

Well, I can't blame them, though. Even though I'm tomboyish, I can't deny the fact that I have a beautiful figure. Perks of having Ventura blood, I guess?

Mom and Dad both work. Dad is a bank manager, and Mom is a teacher at a private elementary school. We're not rich, but we have money. We're supported by my uncles, aunts, and especially my cousins. In general, it's my uncles and some of my aunts who are rich. They have a few businesses that provide for their daily expenses, and their children are already finished with school, so they shower me with all their support.

They're even more supportive than Mom and Dad.

After I finished getting ready, I was about to go out when Mom shouted.

"Annie, wake up! Did the bed swallow you whole?" My mom's voice is louder than a machine gun. It's too early, but my eardrums might burst.

This is our morning routine: shouting. It's not my fault that I'm so attracted to my bed. I wish something good would happen today, at least a little bit. It's tiring to be scolded all the time, and I don't even get paid for it.

"Yes, I'm coming out." I shouted back, then got ready and went downstairs. I didn't want my ears to burst from Mom's shouting. Poor me, wahahaha.

~Ylluscion