Play ground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play

Just another day of school, my least favourite thing in my most favourite weather. Rain. All I really wanted to be was a normal child, that's not to much to ask for right? I sit there silently, nobody knowing what's going through my head or what the doodle formed from the graphite in my pencil means. Other look to me worried and caring but I ignore them and focus on the raindrops on the window. I know if I listen carefully I can hear the whispers.

"I heard his twin sister is really sick. As in could die sick"

It's true, as much as I don't want it to be. It is. The Teachers tell me that if I need a moment to myself just to get up and walk out the class, they think they understand, but they don't the only one left in you pitiful excuse for a family is about to pass from this life. As long as I stay silent nobody knows, people care but I don't want them to give me their sympathy, or have them pretend that she will be ok. No one knows it's cancer and no one knows its to late for her to be ok.

"Hwoarang you need to pay attention"

I only let out a single grunt to this, the same as any reply I have been giving since I started to feel half of me slowly dieing. As for the people that don't care I have respect to them because they treat me like they treat others, I would rather that then deprive other of the attention they deserve.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

It was as hard as it could be at first, Beak couldn't get me away from her bedside. All I wished to do was cry, even though I remember her saying that when she did go she didn't want me to. Even when she said that she was craking jokes about her coming back to haunt me if I did.

School became harder to deal with after her funeral. I stayed silent for a while, and then started to act up and fight with people for saying things about it. My life became a lie and a joke to others. I wasn't quiet Hwoarang anymore I was the loud mouth, arrogant, shit people know so well. Yet still know very little about.

I spend most of the time in detention now.

"so what you in for today then Hwoarang?"

I sit down with no reply, but the teacher taking detention shakes there head and goes to find out themselves. I stay silent listening to the whispers from the others there.

"yipp that's deffo' Hwoarang. He used to be a good kid you know but now look at him, he looks like he's just lost without his twin"

Usualy thse comments get me to snap. This time was not any different.

"like you would get it, loosing a twin your close to is like loosing half of yourself, then realizing you have nothing left to live for. What you later come to realise is just how much of your life they carried.

They shut up, of course they don't understand they have never been a twin or lost one of the only people you have left as a like to their family.

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