Not Me Novels & Stories

This headache is killing me. To start, I first have to hurry up and get ready. At least I have to show my face on my last day to say goodbye to my office and to my friends, especially Phoebe. I just hope they don’t get fired like me because they took undertime yesterday to celebrate my first anniversary. If they get fired because of that, the guilt would haunt me for the rest of my life. I was supposed to get out of bed, but what is this? I can’t reach the floor?

Me three. ***

“But I promise not to do anything that affects other people. Mr. Hofsess, please don't fire me." Working at Stella's headquarters is the dream of many students. She worked very hard. Was her future really ended? Marcus said : "What happened today didn't show me that what you're saying is true." Calantha's face turned red. Emotions of shame, anger, and fear overflowed. A pile of 18+ images popped up in her head. She gritted her teeth, looked at the indifference on Marcus' face, then, she stood up, hunched over and said: "It's all my fault. This is an unexpected event. I will never do it again.”

He snapped. “No, I just think that even earlier too, you were mad with me because I was always following around, and now when I am not, you are calling me names. Next what I will be, currently I am an attention whore, then I might be something bigger, like what, the “S” word. Should I spell it for you?” I wheeze. “Don’t put words in my mouth. You know what I am trying to say.” “I am not putting words in your mouth. I am just repeating what you have just said to me.”

He asked, glaring into his eyes intently. Fred was dazed. He shrugged and thought that it is alright if he is not good and perfect in all things. He's not God and it's certain that there are things he would not be good at. For the ones he's good at, he appreciates it and is content with it. His work and romance life were top notch on things he's good at and Lan confirmed it to him. “Alright, tell me where my imperfection lies?” Fred demanded, chuckling silently as his brother glared into his eyes as if he was searching for a missing link.

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."