Bed of Roses: Beginning
"CRASH!"
"Mom, Dad..."
"Go out to the other door Michiru!"
"No! Dad... Take hold of my hand, I'll save you."
"Your hands can't carry us dear, save yourself..."
"Mom, Please..."
"GO OUT TO THE OTHER DOOR AND DON"T LOOK BACK!!"
I woke up with my alarm clock ringing and aunt calling.
"Michiru dear, it's Seven in the morning."
"Yes, I'm coming..." I cried out wiping the small droplets of water on the side of my eyes. I took a shower, dress for school and go down for breakfast.
"Michiru, I've receive your end of semester grade, you ace the subjects again you're exactly like your father I'm very proud of you." My uncle said after sipping a coffee.
"Thank you uncle." I replied cutting my bacon strips in small pieces.
"And as beautiful as my sister..." My aunt said coming to the room bringing a hot steaming mushroom soup. "I wonder why you never join the beauty contest of your school, you have beauty and brains."
"I'll try Auntie, this december." I replied smiling.
"Very good. You should always be a good kid." Aunt Laura said smiling a sheepish smile with her red colored lipstick.
My morning are always about how good I was. I've never been blamed for anything, what a very carefree life. I go to school riding with my uncle, and going to class just in time to see my friends giggling with guys.
"Hi Summy, Nice to see you so early." Ria called out to me.
"Hi, well I've got to be early, I'm coming in with my uncle." I replied making a bitchy gesture of tossing my hair and rolling my eyes.
"Woah really, I could pick you up you know, and of course I could drop you home." Gin, Ria's flirting mate offered biting his lips and raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, we could both take you home." Ria interrupted smiling or should I say grinning at me shooting a dirty look at Gin.
"Oh don't bother, I can still tolerate my uncle's over-protective rubbish." I said pulling back my hair on the other side of my neck. I can see Gin at the corner of my eyes looked at my nape.
"Ria, Michiru!!" Rin called coming from the hallways.
"What's up!" I welcomed her.
"Well, I've got an invitation from Ryan."
"Ryan who?" Ria asked.
"Ryan in the club, the hottie, with big-bulky-"
"All right I know the person, what's up with him?" I ask trying to cover up the foul word to describe the foul guy.
"Well he asked me for free club entrance tonight, wanna come?"
"Of course!" Ria exclaimed clapping her hands.
"That won't do for me." I replied, well I didn't want to go in the first place.
"Come on, don't be such a party pooper..." Ria plead.
"Yeah, come on join us, you'll love it." Rin showed me a cutie cute smile.
"Well, If you insist..." Oh shit, I give up.
"Yey!" the two of them jumped in joy and chatter animatedly.
My friends are cool, beautiful and bitchy, sorry to say that. I guess I just feel like I don't belong with them. Because of a simple reason, like me over hearing behind the cubicle of cr.
"You know Rin, Michiru's such a goody-two-shoe-ms.-perfect bitch." Ria's voice said.
"I agree, She's a know it all and a flirty innocent-like." Rin agreed.
That's how it really is.
So dissapointing.
That's why i don't like them, I don't want the world. I hate them.
That evening I came home with my uncle, I've changed my clothes to a mini skirt and a tank top, bitchy enough to please my friends.
Then I overhear my uncle and aunt talking while I was going down from the stairs.
"How long is that kid going to bother us!" my uncle belowed in a low hush tone.
"Just one year, and we could take half of her inheritance, keep your voice down." my aunt answered.
When I first hear this conversation years ago I cried so hard, but I got used to being unwanted that I learned not to do so.
They are all good in the surface. Fakes. That's why I also fake them.
Instead of going out with my friends, I called and say I'll pass and go towards a small chapel on a secluded area, a chapel wherein I usually go, me with my parents nine years ago. My Parents' wake held in this very chapel. Yes, my parents died leaving me as the only one left in this world,.
And there I thought of dying as young as eight.
--to be continued--