1.3

I want it

All of it.

My mother was beautiful.

A slender model mom with long black hair and lemon green eyes, thin lip that was always smitten with red.

She takes me to the flowers house but we don't watch. We don't admire.

We don't appreciate.

She speaks. I've to listen.

That was it.

If I don't get it.

He would leave me like she did. Not looking back only to fade off without a good bye.

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"A wise one once said: To outsmart other, Charge life don't drift through it.

Noise... People clamored.

" I didn't do it! Let me go I didn't go it!"

Screams of Grey Sam died. No body was going to listen.

Their stick held on the air and their face on worn veiw was scary. They began to beat him.

Screaming Thief but he stole nothing.

He was just passing by but noone believe him. Sam thought of his 16 years old daughter.

The hits was hard it was painful. Skins in contact with the stick were peel off, his eyes red shot and blood slip through his teeth.

He really didn't steal anything but police came just in time.

He could have been a dead man.

" I failed?" Looking from my results to Miss Carolina. " There should be a mistake, I got all my answers correctly." I helped people get their answers correctly.

Her eyes went stern. " No mistake, Missy." Glaring at my outfits, I suddenly felt like stretching up my long socks.

" But..."

" Miss Benny, you do know if your academic performance keep on suffering like this. You would loose scholarship."

" I know."

" I don't think so."

I let out a short breath.

There's clearly some mistake. I can't fail.

I'm a rich kid, I'm brilliant, I'm beautiful and I'm smarter than many people. I can't fail.

This clearly some mistake. Yes, it should be.

The mood of everyone was jolly but I can't smile. From the corner of my eyes I could Ali being celebrated.

She felt me and smiled at me.

It humiliating. This was humiliating.

Benny was walking fast and her friends were trying to catch her.

But she walked far from them that they can't reach her.

" Who does she think she it?" A friend complain but their eyes were on the text message she send them.

[ Meet me. I want to show you mine home.]