บททั้งหมดของ Never Be the Same: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

One by one we came inside the room of Zoe and Jada. We saw other students walking by, still wearing their gowns. We were like girls who live in an era where gowns are normal. I don’t know if it’s just me, but seeing people in gowns makes me feel like I’m in a movie back in the old days.As Zoe was about to close the door of their room, a scream caught our attention. It wasn’t the type of scream you hear often, because it was the type of scream that you would hear whenever something bad happens.We all went back outside, and how I wished we didn’t. I heard Eun letting out a gasp, and even almost fell down on her knees, it was a good thing that Jada was there to catch her even before she fell. I looked away, not wanting to look at the body any longer.“Good gracious,” Zoe brea

My academic papers (that I also consider as things that would torture me) that were due were finally given to the teachers. It was one hell of a job to do, but I was glad that I did all of that even before all these bad things happened, because I for sure wouldn’t be able to finish it all since I wouldn’t focus and just think about the death of Loisa. I saw her. Once. She was this shy looking girl who wore glasses and would always put her hair in a messy bun and she would always walk looking at the ground. That was the only thing I could remember of her, I was actually glad for my good memory, because I remembered who she was. While waiting for our next teacher to come inside our classroom, Eun went to me before hugging my waist and giving me a peck on the cheek, then she went away to go back to her seat since in this class we have a sea

A solid plan. That was what we needed. We have been waiting inside the cafeteria for the announcement that Georgia said she would be announcing, so I don’t know why there are still no announcements made. Was she fooling us? Did she confess to me because she thought it would make her be more believable? Or was I only being paranoid?  “Hey, you seem anxious. Breathe,” Lily told me, before she gave my back a pat. I gave her a close lip smile, before nodding my head. I really do look like I am about to pee my pants, but it’s only because I am really scared of what the outcome would be. I never knew that making someone outside our group do the job is so fucking terryfying. I was always used to having us do all the work, but now that we have Georgia to do it, it just feels so weird.

I swallowed the lump in my throat after Amelia told me that Sea, my mum’s ex-girlfriend, is already dead. I do not know why I am feeling this way. I have never Sea, but why do I feel so attached to her in a way that I feel sad knowing that she has already passed away?  Our teacher kept on talking about how Sea was the most cheerful girl they have ever met. How she made this school different before she left.Is this what Jada was talking about? How history seems to be repeating itself in today’s generation? With me and Amelia? How I took a liking to the school’s student council president despite being in a group that has a goal of teaching them a lesson for their bad behaviors?  I stood up, my quick movements made me hit my waist on the desk, but I didn’t mind, I needed air. I needed to breathe. Almost

Slowly and Gracefully. The way she walked towards me made me feel like running away, but a part in me wanted to feel her near. I didn’t know whether this was pure lust or I was really attracted to her, but one thing is for sure, she’s much more beautiful up close. The way her eyes brightened up when she flashed a smile at me, and how her hair looked so pretty tonight. Damn. How can someone so beautiful even exist?“Hi,” she breathes out. I gulped, before flashing her a smile. It wasn’t the time to be shy, I needed to match her confidence if I wanted to at least talk to her even for just tonight.“Hi. Are you new here?” I asked her, then I felt how my body just sways while the music echoed throughout the dance floor. There was a live band playing, and everybody just doesn’t give a shit of what you’re doing, a