When I was younger, I believed that poor people would have it better in life, because of the movies and drama series I watched where the protagonist is the poor one, while the antagonist is the rich one. But, now that I am older, I realized that the rich people are the ones who will have a life that is easier. Maybe the life of the poor protagonist was better in my eyes because of the fact that it’s fictional. The writers of that drama or movie romanticized the life of the poor people, and made the rich ones’ life seem ugly and bad. It made the younger me become happy that I was poor, when in fact I shouldn’t be happy that my parents decided to create a family without any plans or stable jobs to keep us fed. I hate how as the eldest daughter, I had to fend for my siblings myself, because our parents would never do that. I was never the type to be easily jealous or the type to become angry over petty things, but ever since being in one of the most prestigious schools in our country a

Who would have thought I would end up here? Being in a fucking place where I swore I would never find myself. I ought not to take part in any bad actions, but here I am. “You never disappoint. You’re my favorite now,” our teacher said and I heard a young girl’s sob when he finally was able to zip up his pants. My grip on the blanket covering me tightened when he went near me to give me a peck on the cheek, before he finally left the abandoned room. “You’re the student council president’s friend, right? I see you talk all the time, can you tell her about what’s happening inside here? Please… I already feel so dirty, I can’t handle this anymore. Please help us,” one girl pleaded, but I chose to ignore her. There’s nothing I can do when I myself is a willing victim to be fucking used. “I can’t do anything about it. They won’t believe us,” I told them, before getting all my stuff to finally get dressed. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself so much. I feel so fucking dirty, but

Maybe she was obsessed. Maybe she was still hurtingMoving on has never been easyAnd maybe that’s the reason she made sure to have a piece of her in her ownBut things were not going smoothlyBecause someone was also inside herAn experiment gone wrongMade her daughter experience things she shouldn’t haveQuestions will resurfaceAll the lies will be revealedAll the villains will be knownAnd the real heroes will be praisedA new leader will be bornAnd the old school shall be renewedAnd she will riseBecause everybody knows she’s deadBut is she? No body was found. She was just goneShe did leave some traces behindBut all of it pointed to nowhereShe was acting as if she wants to be found, but the truth is,She doesn't. She wanted to go missing without anybody looking for herShe will always be unpredictable. Like her daughter. They believed she was dead and buried somewhere But she’s notShe’s alive.

“People are ruined by challenged economic lives. But they are ruined by wealth as well because they lose their pride and they lose their sense of self-worth. It’s difficult at both ends of the spectrum.” - Malcolm GladwellThis quote opens our eyes about the sad realityHow hard it is for the poor to live in this cruel worldWhere they are treated like animals by the rich.Is it offensive that most of the time, the rich are the villains?Or is it really just how it is in our universe?Where those who are unfortunate are treated as slaves by people in power. Just like in their school, where the scholars are treated badly, just because they don't have enough money to pay for their own tuition.That’s why, what’s the use of wanting to change everything, when we all know we could never change it, at all?They were teenage girls who wished for change, but could they really do it?Do they have the means to do it?Or were they all just stuck in their own fantasy?It’s hard to change somethi

Three Sides of the StoryOne is your sideThe other, is theirsAnd last is the Truth.What could be the truth?What could it be that they were hiding?They were so protective of their secretThat it made me want to know more about itWhat could their secret be?Is it really important for them to kill others just to keep it to themselves?Was death really the only way for them to protect it?Maybe they were just so cruelSo evilThat they believed death was the answer to keeping their secret a secretBut is it really?Don’t they ever feel guilt?How can they sleep at night, knowing that they had killed someone?Blood. There was a lot of blood shed. And I hope they find out soonOr else there will be more innocent killedJust for their own gain.