"Yo! Alex! Over here, dude."
A smile comes over my face when I recognize the voice. Picking up my backpack I slung it over my shoulders and wear it as I move towards Jason.
"Hey, Jay. How ya doin'?" I ask him, standing next to him who is leaning against his car.
"Ughh, I am bored man.... How about we catch a movie later?" He asks with hope in his eyes as I give it a thought. Well, I have got a lot of homework honestly and I am pretty sure so does he. He already sees that I am about to reject as he cuts my non-spoken sentence off.
"Hey, hey before you bark shit, I know we have got a lot of homework to do but pleaseee. It's like the last fun thing we can do before exams hit us like a freaking tsunami."
A laugh escapes my lips hearing him say all this dramatically. Shaking my head with a smile, I decide to go along with this stupid plan of his like always.
"Fine, just cuz we both will be way too busy with exams later, I am letting you win."
"I always win." He says with a grin and slaps me lightly on the back of my head as he sprints away from the parking lot as fast as possible. That douchebag.
"AT 5:00. SEE YA!" He yells and throws his keys at me as I catch them immediately and give him the flip-off just before he is out of my sight for real. Sighing, I sit in his car and keep my backpack on the passenger seat as I drive to my home. Home. It gives me a weird feeling calling it home. I prefer calling it a house. Without even realizing it, the speed of the car slowed down a little bit remembering I have to return to my house. Damnit. I hate it. I wish I was normal.
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"You are home? Don't even wanna greet us anymore huh?" I barely stop my eye roll listening to her comment. But with my expressionless face, I retreat from the staircase and turn to face her.
"Hello, Mother." She smiles lightly but I know it's not real, not sarcastic either. It's hard to tell. I have never been able to understand her though I am seventeen now. Without any more words exchanged, I retrieve to the staircase, go to my room, and don't slam it against my will. Not wasting a single second, I rush to the washroom and slam my fists on the sink as I feel pain but it's not enough. So, I again slam them and again and again and again. Finally feeling my emotional pain numbing with the physical one increasing, I stop and keep my palms flat on the corner of the sink and look at myself in the wide square mirror in front of me with an expressionless yet pained face. The pain is hidden deep in the dark brown eyes, and no one seems to be able to see it.
"You did it again. Fuck you." It says to me as I just let out a chuckle in pity and disgust.
"I am sorry," I whisper and hold my chest feeling excruciating pain all of a sudden. But it goes away after a few minutes of standing in the same position.
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"Why are you so quiet? Something happened at school?" I look up at my father who asked me the usual question while all of us are having dinner.
"Nothing," I reply with a monotonous tone and a slightly less cold face as he shrugs. And we all continue to eat. Until...
"How was the test? Did you get the result?" I clench the fork in my grip tightly and take a big gulp before looking at Mother to answer her.
"No. I didn't get the result yet. When I will, I will tell you." I say as she frowns and says,
"I wonder why they take so much time to give the results." My tears are about to escape so with my free hand, I pinch my thigh tightly as my eyes close from the pain but feeling the tears going back in, I pinch it tighter.
"I don't know," I reply to her as she just sighs with annoyance and shrugs like she doesn't give a fuck about what I am saying.
'Fuck you, Alex. You are a piece of shit'. My mind says as I feel my tears completely dissipate making me relax.
"Anyway, I hope you are doing well." She says which actually means 'You better not disappoint me again'. I smile and don't say anything, just eat my dinner.
"She scored so less in the previous grade though." My brother comments as I barely hold my anger and my tears after this harsh mockery. I glare at him with my cold brown eyes as he looks at me with a raised brow. If only I could punch him hard, or yell at him or anything, if I could kill him but I just gulp a big lump and quietly eat my dinner. No one says anything or if they do, I don't bother paying attention. It's just him boasting about how he scored the highest in his tests again.
'You are not in the same fucking grade as mine. You are two grades lower!' I think but keep quiet.
"Wash the dishes at least. I do not want to remind you again and again, Alex," My mother says just when I get up from the seat and am about to turn my heels to leave. I sigh in my mind and just nod without looking at her as I start collecting the dishes to take them to the kitchen and wash them.
"What is wrong with her now?" I hear my father say just before I am out of their earshot. Well, like always I managed to hear at least one comment that wasn't meant for me to hear. Not going to lie I freaking hate this house.
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