The Hate In Our Memories

The sun was shining its morning raise over the clear sky. The birds were chirping the morning songs along the fragrant wind dancing with the baby leaves of trees in the celebration of a new day. Today was mid-August 2010 when Jane Martin was preparing for her first ever class at Bardell Senior High School after she drove to Washington two weeks ago with her whole family. A black-haired boy in his mid-teen in an orange shirt with blue jeans and white sneakers was standing in front of a two-story house with white walls and modern architecture. His left foot was tapping continuously in frustration on the grass, of the front lawn. His eyes keep switching from his smart watch on his left wrist to the front door of the house. His nose was crushed in stress as every second passed on his wristwatch. "Hey, Bish! I will be late on my first day because of you. Come out already!!" He yelled as his patience started to tick out. "COMING!”, a girl’s voice shoots out from inside for the fifth time

The morning sun climbed in the clear sky, letting the fresh sunlight reach every corner of Bickett's Villa. It was huge in size and a well-built architect that could be compared to a castle of fairy tales. Inside everything was modernized and well maintained from cleaning to decoration and management. Maids and butler were performing their daily duties of cleaning and arranging everything before the family members woke up and get down to start their busy luxurious lifestyle. Every room and hall was getting opened and cleaned by the maids. As the whole mansion was on function, there was this one room covered with darkness due to the big curtains on the windows. The chirping of birds was not allowed to disturb the dreamland of this boy, sleeping majestically on his king-size bed. The silk quilt he was holding to cover up his body and protect himself from cold, was suddenly pulled off by someone. As soon as the chilly wind of the air conditioner brushed over his body his eye blinked in

The fourth-period bell rang, and everyone got up from their seats for recess. Jane was collecting her books when she saw the Parker guy scowling at her before he left with his friends. "...What was he staring at? I will take out his eyeballs next time." Jane mumbled at the sight of his rigid walk. "Sometimes he's such a jerk but handsome all time." Suddenly Anne said as she put her chin on her shoulder, surprising her. Jane slightly moved away and stood up with her books and her friend started following her to the corridor. "Don't you wanna ask about him?" Anne pops out beside Jane, keeping her books in her locker. "Why do you want to tell me about him?" Jane asked back without looking at her 5'5 ft friend, busy arranging the locker. "Because he is not a normal one here!!" the girl exclaimed with a thrilled tone stomping her feet. "Alien?" girl in black-grey was still unbothered. "Aish! No~" she wiggles her arms like a whining child. "Then leave it. When the time comes, I wil