Tmnt Garbage Truck

The day I win a brand-new BMW, I suddenly receive a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Kieran will ask to borrow your car in a bit. And whatever you do, do not lend it to him. He intends to use it to pay off his gambling debt." Even with such an impossibility happening to me, I do not doubt a thing. When Kieran asks for my keys, I shut him down at once. That very night, he drives his old beater car to visit our parents. Along the way, he loses control of the car and collides with another vehicle. Just like that, he slips into a coma. The guilt hit me so hard that I eventually pass out. Mom and Dad stay by my side day and night until I can stand on my own two feet again. But the future version of me sounds cold when she calls again. "They only want to push you onto an operating table. They want your heart to save him!" Growing suspicious, I check their bags and find a donor report. Rage burns through me. I immediately block them on all platforms and throw them out of my home. When news that Kieran dies from blood loss arrives, I learn that they only ever needed my blood—not my heart. I try to find them to tell them the truth and apologize for my mistake. But the mysterious phone rings again. "They hate you because Kieran died. If you go to them now, they will drag you into a suicide pact." I freeze at the revelation, then tell my future myself that I will wait until they calm down. Later, I learn that a thief breaks into their home and kills them. I try to rush over and see them one last time, but a truck hits me and kills me on the spot. I die without ever understanding why the version of me from ten years in the future wanted me dead. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I won the prize.

Bah voilà jme présente ! Moi, c'est Zaïna, orpheline, j'ai 15 ans, je suis Comorienne mais avant tous Musulmane. Malheureusement je ne sais pas pratiquer. J'y connais rien. On ne m'a jamais apprise. On m'a poser à mes 1 ans apparemment. Bref ma vie jvous la racontera après. Bref physiquement ? Jfais 1m60, un truck comme ça ! J'ai une couleur de peau matte. J'ai un corps normal et les formes la où il faut. J'ai les yeux marron claiiiir qui vire au marron foncé quand jsuis énervé. Les cheveux noir/marron, tous est en fonction du soleil. A l'ombre tu les verras noir et au soleil tu les verras marron. Bref ils sont long et y'a beaucoup de volume ! Mais personne sais. C'est chignon ou natte, jamais je les montre. Bref assez parler dmon physique. Jsuis une meuf genre qui parl pas, qui calcule personne mais quand il faut j'ai une grosse bouche et sa peut aller loin en deux quatre six. Dans cette orphelinat, jparle à dégun depuis le drame (A suivre...). On m'appelle même la "muette". Ok leur délire mais m'en bas les couilles je leur répond pas. J'ai un coeur en pierre, double portes blindé, double serrure et trois codes. Rien ne m'atteint à part mon passer mais personne la connait. Bref mes journées se passe comme ça: Réveille => école => boxe => chambre et je bouge plus de la journée. Ah oui oui depuis cette incident j'ai décidé de plus me laisser faire. Mes parents ? Même vu pas jparle. Ils m'ont abandonné dès ma naissance tsssss et voilà ou je suis maintenant DANS UN ORPHELINAT DE MERDE . A suivre...

“Ipapalaglag mo ang anak natin?!” galit na sigaw ni Carcel sa'kin. “Pinirmahan ko na ang divorce paper 'di ba?! Kaya huwag kang mangialam sa gagawin ko, Carcel!" “Huwag mong idamay ang bata, Jett! Ipanganak mo lang iyan, at kami na ni Gia ang magpapalaki sa kanya!" "Ginag*go mo ba talaga ako, ha?!" tumutulo ang mga luha ko sa sakit. "Gusto mo ba talaga akong durugin nang buong-buo, Carcel? Hindi ba sapat na niloloko mo ako para sa kapatid ko na 'yon at sa anak niya, tapos ngayon gusto mo pang ipanganak ko ang anak natin para kayo na mag-alaga?!" "J-Jett, minahal kita. Pero si Gia na ang mas matimbang sa akin ngayon kaya---" "Kaya nga ipapa-abort ko na lang ang nasa sinapupunan ko! Para tuluyan nang maputol ang koneksyon ko sa'yo!" umiiyak kong sigaw at tumalikod. "No, Jett! Hindi ako papayag na may gawin kang masama sa bata!!" Nagmamadali akong tumakbo sa kalsada para tumawid sa takot na mahabol niya pa ako. "NOOO!! JEEETTT!!!" Subalit nanigas ako sa kinatatayuan nang may isang malaking truck ang malakas na bumusina. Nabulag ako ng ilaw niyon ngunit alam kong nasa harapan ko na ito. Sa pagkabigla ay pawang hinihintay ko na lamang na bumangga sa katawan ko ang truck. "JETT!!" mabilis akong tumilapon sa malamig na semento dahil sa kamay na tumulak sa akin, hindi ako ang nabangga ng truck.  Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko sa gulat nang makita si Carcel na gumulong-gulong sa kalsada kasabay nang pagkalat ng kanyang dugo. "CARCEL!!!" Na-comatose si Carcel sa loob ng limang taon, at nagising siyang may-amnesia. Nakalimutan niya si Gia, at ang pagmamahal sa akin lamang ang naaalala. Ngayon ay umaakto siyang parang hindi siya nagloko at halos magmakaawa sa akin na mahalin ko siyang muli kasama ng four-year-old naming anak na babae.