The dirt on my face and the color of my hair is equivalent except for my mouth which is clean due to the leaking of my lips. It is obvious because of my beautiful gray eyes and pink lips, I guess I will surely be handsome with no part effect if I'm a rich kid.
' anyways that not gonna happen even in my next lifetimes ' I thought.
My original white-colored shirt has turned it color that one cannot recognize. Its armpit was torn down to my round rigid stomach the only part of my body that was big.
The pant I wore was an eyesore, the dirt coagulated in it like a bond of mud pack that has dried on it. That's not all, its lower part was ripped into tiny portions like the short mini-skirt worn by slay queens in the 80s.
I was even barefooted, my toes were long and dirty. With one glance at me, I look like a homeless mad boy. It's not like I didn't have any other dress but since I can remember till now I was known to be the little mad boy who dresses this way.
Anyway, I was alone and can't fight with them, I can only accept all the insults, misjudgments, and bad treatments. I have no choice but to accept my fate.
I held my breath and said with confidence " Okay..okay... I understand I shouldn't be here, I'm leaving."
'Wait, why can't I be here, this is a public place and everyone can come and go as he or she pleases ', I thought. Although I knew the answer myself. I didn't want to drag this conversation any longer, is this even a conversation? No probably a fight.
Because I knew I was already late and reaching home at night means I will take the beating and sleep with this hunger.
At this hour if I can reach early I will surely be flogged but manage to escape the hunger. I never joke with my stomach for I realized that it is the only thing that cannot betray me and I don't know when will be my next meal.
" Is good that you know your place ", Elvis said with authority.
With that, I manage to run away without looking back.
After running for ten minutes I reached home. My father's house is a one-story building with one Masters' bedroom which my parents use, three other normal bedrooms which I and my senior brother share, my little sister has one room, and the other one for guests.
I held my breath because I can hear my heart pounding out loud, it happens anytime I'm about to enter this gate of hell.
'I'm back to this hell' I thought.
Whenever I stand before this gate, I have a very hard time entering.
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