Where the stars stay,
Where the moon shines,
And where the sun rise,
Always know I'm here, there,
Everywhere and anywhere,
For you..
— Zae
Everybody knows who I am, everybody knows my name, everybody knows how I came, but nobody knows my secret..
"Miss Clarett.. You're late.. I assumed, stuck in traffic..?"
The English teacher, my advisor, Mrs. Piper, looked at me straight in the eyes with neutral expression..
"Yes.. I'm sorry, Mrs. Piper.."
A soft voice peaked out, a girl looking down on the floor before at the teacher, that's me, yup, Clarett Jamie Jackson, long name, right? Let's keep it short, I'm CJ, yes, my nickname, and I am 17 years old and I am currently—
"Oh how many times you have to say sorry..? This is your third warning now, if you're late one more time, you know where this leads, young lady.."
Mrs. Piper says in a stern tone, of course, not leaving any arguments, so I just sighed and nodded, my hands gripping on my bag straps, responding with..
"Yes, Mrs. Piper.."
Of course, it's normal to speak that way, that is quite a cliché thing to say, and what a cliché scene, right..? But anyway, without further ado, I went to my place, placing my bag down and sit on my chair, and the lesson continues, eyes were on me, of course by what happened just now, and I am used to it..!
It's like giving me "Bruh, dude, if you always come late, why just not go to school..?" VIBES! It's annoying as fuck, but, like I said, I'm used to it..
~Time Skip~
First period ended, luckily, there's no assignment or projects to do, since I just came late because of traffic—(I have a bike) —and I almost overslept! Gosh, I hope my mother doesn't kill me for that..!
I got out of the classroom, wanting to go to the restroom for a bit, and as I arrived and entered the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment.. Well.. Let me tell you my ugly appearance..
Brown hair, green eye on the left and blue eye on the right, fair skin, short, okay, maybe around 5'2 or 3, I am not fat, but not thin, I don't know, just me I guess, I look ugly, especially my eyes, I'm insecure about it, some think I was wearing contacts, but I wasn't, I was born that way...
~Time Skip~
"Yay.. School's over.."
I said, stretching my arms slightly, and stood up from my chair and grabbing my things, last period is over, and I can finally see my bed, and rest.. Yes..! Rest..! Every student loves to go home and sleep again after school, well, to some, including me..
I got out of the classroom, only to see a Blondie and her friends, just a few lockers away from mine, that Blondie I'm talking about..? Is my motherfucking barbie-bitch crybully, Sarah Louise Arcott, yeah, such a common ugly name, right..? No offense and not gonna lie, I like the name Sarah, I really do, but with this bitch..? I don't think so..
"Oh fuck... Just the right fucking timing.."
I thought to myself, and you might be wondering why I curse a lot..? It's a habit of mine from—
—*Back since childhood (Replay)*—
"Darling, what the fuck did you do this time..?"
A brown-haired woman with blue eyes stared at the man in front of her, a black-haired man with green eyes, who was kneeling on the ground, yes, this, are my parents, Clare Rosita and Scott Anderson Jackson, and behind the woman, was a small innocent child crying, that's me, yes, I was 4 years old that time..
"B-But.. I didn't mean to—"
Before my father can finish his sentence—(not wanting to be punished to death) —, my mother cut him off.. Saying..
"Nuh-uh, idiot, look at our baby, crying because her 'daddy'.. Didn't say sorry to her..!"
She said, yes, they love me and care for me a lot but not too far they'll be toooooo over protective, but to the point they'll protect me and spoil me, but I'm not spoiled, don't worry..!
"I-I already did..! Right, CJ..?"
He said, looking at me from behind my mom, still crying, but I shook my head (I didn't have a great memory back then) and in the end....
"You idiot..! Dummy..! How dare you make our daughter cry like that..!"
Clare says, as she knocks the back of Scott's head, and meanwhile, I was eating sweets to cheer me up but still can hear the whispered curse words of my mother to my father while my father didn't fight back and accepted the punishment... The reason why I was crying becausee... I forgot.. Hehe.. I was four, okay..?!
—*(End of flashback of childhood)*—
—Ahahaha... Well, you now know who I got it from.. Anyway, back to the point..
"Ahhh.. How am I going to pass them without being noticed I was at the locker..!? It's impossible to think of a plan like that..!"
I talked to myself, and let out a sigh, looks like I have no choice....
~See you in the next chapter!~