C1 Chapter 1

"Watch out"!!

I screamed but it was too late. The bus had already crashed into my dad's sports car, and immediately my dad lost control of the wheels. All of a sudden our car started moving faster than usual, dad's hand started shaking. Terror gripped me, I couldn't stop crying and whimpering. I watched my dad struggle to control the car but unfortunately dad lost balance then our car somersaulted.

All I could see was blood, lots of blood. I had no idea whose it was, whether it was mum’s, dad’s or mine I couldn't distinguish, saw lots of bystanders, filming and recording us. I felt so helpless until I heard a voice..

"Mummy, I think the girl is still breathing," said the voice, it was a small voice, very faint, couldn't almost hear what he said, slowly I saw them moving forward. A young woman and her son, the woman bend forward to check my pulse but I gripped her hand and whisper

"Help me" I pleaded half consciously. “Please save my parent and me"

"Your parent didn't make it honey" She looked at me pitifully “they are dead"

Immediately the word reflected in my brain, I surrender to the darkness that engulfed me.

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Four Years Later.

"Lena!!" wake up! Wake up!

Ohno! Not again, I mumbled and buried myself under my pillow, but the constant shrieking of my stupid alarm kept on intruding.

"Lena, Lena wake up!!

OHGod!! I jerked off reluctantly with my legs tangled with the sheets, like that wasn’t how I woke up everyday. The rays of the sun radiates and covered the whole room immediately I unbolted the blinds. I honestly can't believe we are back from the short break of last session.

I mean do I really have to go to school!! Dragging my lagged legs towards the bathroom, I indecisively decided to give it a second thought. Maybe I should just go and see how it is.

School! School!! School!!, I have unexplainable dread for the name and the place like a prison cell, I love going to school until circumstances make me hate school and all the kids in it, even some teachers treat me like a fragile vase.

Not that I’m complaining or I wanted to be the center of attraction, I love my space and I don't like getting attention at all that's why I always dress like some old nun, less attraction, less contact.. If you know what I mean by that..

I meant I won't have to bump or touch anybody. My school wasn’t the type of school that compulsory uniforms, so kids wore anything they have. That's probably the only thing I like about "Crownhill high school" and yeah, the swimming pool.

Though we have a swimming pool here at my parent’s penthouse, now mine though after legal battles with my aunts.

When my parents died and I went into a coma for 6 months I never for once imagined that it would change my aunt's attitude towards me.

I was 13 years old when they died, it's been four years now and my aunt has been controlling my parent's architecture company.

My parents' lawyers tried tho, they fought for ownership for me but my aunt said I'm too young to run the company that it wasn't only my father's company but also her brother's company, and she would return the ownership of the company when I'm above eighteen.

Laughable right?

That wasn't all, she also froze my trust fund.

Which was more than a billion dollars. I didn't know about it until my parents' lawyer told me at the hospital on my hospital bed.

Okay, enough of my selfish and cruel aunt, her story for another day.

I'm so late for school, I like getting to school before other kids arrive and started noticing the wrongly dressed nerd girl. Well not that I'm a nerd, just dress like one. hahaha.

With my big baggy hoodie and face cap, most times I use glasses to top it up. You know I have to keep it 100%.

My house isn’t that far from the school, just some blocks away. My only transport is the rusty pink bicycle that my dad gave me on my 12th birthday. It looks old enough for people to know that it takes me to school and back every day.

My neighbors don't even recognize me anymore, after four years of hiding myself behind clothes I can finally go out without being recognized as the only daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Gomez.

I deserve a medal!

After that incident the principal said I should keep my distance from her, of which I did then faced the rashy consequences. You are probably wondering what I meant by that, it's something I later found out after I couldn't help the girl. The next few weeks after, my body was covered with rashes, pale red rashes and so painful that I thought I was sick but recovered a week after.

It was after my rashes left that I got words that the girl died of suicide, I wasn’t sure whether the two situation was related but I think it’s likely to. So since then I have always tried as much as possible not to bump or touch anyone.

It was that incident that actually made all kids distance themselves from me. There were rumors that I said I killed her and stuff, even the police questioned me and took my statements then later released me after my lawyers cleared me off the accusations.

So that's why I'm always left with myself, again I'm not complaining.

Already in school "Crownhill high school" is one of the best schools in Cape town and most kids here are from prestigious families like myself though but not unfortunately like me. Getting to my locker was always easy because it's on the first building, after checking its timetable carefully I saw that I didn't have my most dreaded class which is English.

I was so excited I had to do my happy feet dance thank God!!