If you happen to know what happened
If you happen to witness everything
Would you hate me?
Would you never look me in the eyes anymore?
Would you glare at me, swear at me or even hurt me?Because I would
I would hurt myself over and over again because of what I did
I don’t deserve to be the last person you ever loved
Because how can I move on and even be with your brother?
How can I just do all that in just five years after you died?
How can I f
I would be lying if I say that I’m being true to them right now. From what I noticed, the whole group seems to be awkward and tense with one another. The reason for it? I literally have no idea. Eun, who was usually talkative, didn't even dare to talk to us today. She was just busy doing whatever on her phone, while Lily was fast asleep the other two were also busy doing their own thing, while I’m trying to figure out what could have possibly happened for them to act as if we were all strangers.“Is there something wrong?” There, it finally came out of my mouth, the question I have been dying to ask them. I can’t stay like this with them. I need answers why they’re acting like this, it was as if they’re waiting for something to happen just so we could all go back to how we were.“I feel like there’s somethin
"Grief is like a moving river, it's always changing. I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone." -Michelle WilliamsIt was a normal day, but we were given the chance to wear casual clothes instead of our uniforms. They called it as a “wash day” since the teachers wanted the girls to learn how to wash their uniforms instead of sending it back to their homes. I was actually shocked when I heard the news, because it looks like, this was the first time the school made the students do this based on the reactions of the girls.I watched the others who were outside the building, trying to dry their uniforms, and my eyes darted on my roommate. I would be lying if I say that Amelia sucked at doi
The green-eyed monster, just like in one of William Shakespeare's plays. Indeed, jealousy is a terrible crime. I have never felt too much jealousy on someone, not until I knew who Victoria Olivia Kingstein is. I know I’m being too immature, but it’s only normal for any human to experience such emotion, right? Especially If the one I have growing feelings for looked too amused by a video of Isla’s daughter with her friends called “the elites.” A nickname given to them by the media, to which the wealthy kids would disagree with, but of course, that only made the public praise and love them more.Because not only are they rich, but they were all kind, talented and smart. They have everything, the money and the looks. What more can they ask for, right? It only made me realize just how much Amelia and Victoria would be a great pair together. I gritted my teeth, before looking away from the smiling face of Amelia who was busy watching that video of the elites doing some sort of vlog in thei
Just when I thought that everything was done, it was still going. Girls here never stopped talking about the Kingstein family. They were like the hot topic ever since the students saw Isla Kingstein came inside this school. I wouldn’t deny it, indeed, Isla was beyond beautiful. No wonder she is really famous. I can also say that she was kind, because of how she treated other students who kept on going to her to ask questions and ask for pictures. She was almost like a celebrity in a way.It was also common here for the girls to actually be jealous of Victoria Olivia Kingstein. It was crazy, because I thought I was the only one, but no. There are more like me. I can’t help but feel angry at myself for feeling this way, but I just couldn’t help it! It’s not fair that she has everything I wanted, and on top of that, she caught Amelia’s attention right away! She did all that without trying so hard. And I hate it so much.“You’re stalking her again,” Zoe said when she saw who I was stalkin
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
Sea’s Letter to the Secret OrganizationAnd when things get out of hand, be calm. Think first before doing anything.Try to read the situation, instead of fighting immediatelyBe alert and ready. The fight is not yet over. I believe that change can still be doneI believe that we can still improveI believe that we can still fight for what's rightSo, we must never give up.It is our right to fight for what we belive in. Don't be afraid. You're doing what's rightDon't be ashamedYou can do this. We can make things happen if we fight for itTeamwork makes the dream workIt was a pleasant experience, to be able to fight for what’s rightIt was something I’ll hold on to They were all wonderful memories. They were all worth keepingThey were all worth to shareUntil we meet again
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
My body hurts. I woke up to the sound of Amelia baging on the bathroom door, and there I realized that I fell asleep on the bathtub. I closed my eyes in frustration, because this only means that I would have to explain myself to my roommate. And that’s what I don’t want to do right now.I don’t even know if I can still look her in the eyes. I feel so dirty and small. I just want to get away from here as much as possible. When the bathroom door was open, Amelia looked at me in shock when she saw that I was already fully clothed. She was busy finding the key perhaps, and I made sure to look presentable as soon as she was able to unlock the door. “You went inside the bathroom at 9 pm, and it’s already 3 am.” She informed me, and her tone was gentle. It was so soft that it made me want to go into her arms and cry. I want to tell her how much I fucked up, and how dirty I felt and how I failed the girls who were victims to that asshole of a teacher. So, I put my pride down and went to he