When the bully falls in love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Sandra stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me behind to answer questions and all sorts of formalities that families had on weekends. I hated this part, I hated the part where I answered personal questions about me and couldn’t lie about anything, lie about getting late for school, getting my homework done or something more reasonable. “ I won’t lie, I was worried you didn’t like the gift I gave you, you never use it you don’t stare at your phone the way Sandra does, you don’t smile with your phone during car rides or or take it out with you.’’ I kept quiet for a while as I thought about his review. Isn’t that what parents wanted. Most parents wanted kids who had a life aside video games, three-Dimensional stuff, virtual reality and moves, they wanted kids who weren’t’ just on their phones yet he was telling me the exact opposite right now. “ I thought that its what all parents wanted, I mean everyone is struggling with addiction and parents are trying hard..’’ I bega

The memories that were coming back to my head were nostalgic and sad too. Someone bumped me on the shoulder and I stumbled a few steps to find Sandra rushing towards the front seat. I couldn’t just comprehend what such kind of behavior earned or got for her. I wouldn’t go for that seat for a million years, no matter what happened and she was willing to break a tooth for a seat that no one was competing for.I got into the back seat together with Sandra’s mama and Sandra turned the radio on. Barbra and her a had performed a magic charm on us, we were all in good and high spirits, thanks to their awesome vibe and personality.Her mother looked like a goddess, she was beautiful, she knew how to smile the right way, how to charm her way right through people’s hearts and everything that I couldn’t even began to say. Her magic and charm were so infectious and I had to admit that it penetrated through my hard skull, it brought down my walls and for the first time in centuries, everyone was

Wounds are the places light enters the soul. For there to be darkness, there must be light and even saints can’t exist without sinners. The saints need sinners to exist. I sat down on the small bench playing and fidgeting with my fingers as I waited for whoever would come for me. After a while, my papa came wearing a disappointed look on his face, he kept talking to the guards before flashing a pair of documents to them and asking me to head home with him. The drive was silent as we went home, I didn’t want to ask any questions, queries about who had died and who had survived weren’t my piece of cake right now. The car came to a halt and I counted a few seconds before stepping out . “Wait,’’ a voice called out to me. I turned around and waited for whatever he was about to tell me. “ I’ve always had doubts, doubts about everything, you see, they keep telling me you are a bad ungrateful brat, but I wont juts listen, because a part of me still hopes that you can be a good person, th

I hate saints, because of the suffering and denial they go through just to be self-righteous. Chasing dreams and ideologies that one man dreamed and woke up claiming they are true. The were no miracles in my life, why would I even believe there were any, especially when God deserted me at the times when I needed him the most. The best option was to live alone in deserts that no one knew about, forests that people wouldn’t go inside. Breakfast was the usual torment, we all sat there as I took my breakfast and pretended yesterday nothing had happened, pretended that yesterday he didn’t tell me I am a looser, who breaks everything around me. Sometimes, the masks we wear talk more about us, more than the truth, but do people even wear masks, or its just their true selves that had kept on evolving and mutating until the best version showed up. I picked the third boiled eggs and began peeling it off. I knew it was inhuman and unethical, who eats three eggs for breakfast on top of everythi

“Well guys, surprise,’’ Vince called out before flashing out bottles of liquor. “Now this is what we call a party,’’ someone screamed as a self-proclaimed DJ came out of the blue and began asking people to make requests for their favorite songs. “ Everyone is taking two tots before we begin, we all have to be on one level, the perfect level for a party,’’ Barbara declared as she unveiled all the other drinks that we had. “ I have a better suggestion, why done we mix all the drinks together in a bucket or anything and drink them,’’ Vince offered. “Don’t you think it’s too wild?’’ someone offered. “ No, its just a cocktail, mixing at least three bottlers,’’ explained, letting everyone know the others would be pure. Everyone took two tots, one of the mixed cocktail and the other one pure whiskey. I dawned the bitter contents of mine and refrained from screaming as the contents burned their way down my throat. “Truth or dare and squabble are the order of the day,’’ another person v