In any scary or thriller movies, one from the circle of friends would always end up as an accomplice or even the suspect, and so does the love interest. So, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I should be trusting all of my new found friends that easily. One of them had been giving me this weird vibe lately, but of course, I acted as if I didn’t feel it. But still, the way she was looking and talking, it felt different now. At first I really liked her because she was someone I am comfortable with, but now? It felt as if she was a new person.
But here’s the catch, she would only act like that towards me. That’s why I can’t just open this up to the others because they’ll find me weird, since when she’s with them, she’s her usual self. I know, a fucking red flag, but I can’t go because it’s not the green light yet
A traitorThat’s how they treated me.That’s what they will remember me for.They got the wrong girl.Because it is trueThere is really someone who betrayed the group.But who could it possibly then? But it’s not me.It was her.But they'll never believe me if I tell them that it was her. She was far from being a traitor in their eyes. I couldn't blame them though, I myself was fooled by her. She was the best in masking her who
You told me you’ll come back, but why were you on the news earlier?The news anchor said you were found lifeless on the sofa of your houseHow can you lie to me continuously?I was almost close to forgiving youTo actually start anew with youBut why did you have to go like that?Do you not like the idea of staying with me till we grow old that much?Because I loved that idea so much. I loved the idea of spending each of my days with youI just love the thought of opening my eyes in the morning and the first thing I see will be youIt would be a dream come true to be welcomed in your armsBut why did you have to go too soon?Why now?I hate you
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