My Best Friend's

Episode 22: (Life of Anna) (POV ANNA)

These feet feel heavy. Oh come on, can I skip a day? Yeah I know. Yesterday I skipped school. But I'm really tired of all this. This wound felt even more profound. How not? Those fuckers at school really can't stop bothering me. I told you I didn't steal, or did they know that I wasn't the one stealing? But they kept quiet and let me be the one who got hurt here. What wrong?

The person I've been waiting for all this time is still on holiday. Is the sadness not finished yet? Why so long? His sister is dead! Yes, his sister is dead! And will never be able to come back again. His grief and grief will not bring everything back.

I had to skip yesterday. And surely those pretentious fuckers must be busy talking about me, and the school parties who are pretentious and very good-natured of the school must be busy contacting my parents. Last night I deliberately went home late, let Si Mama bring it not add more caramel again like a Kakaktua bird belonging to my next door neighbor who really smooth talking.

Last night I deliberately went home late, when my mother and father had entered the dream island. The lights all over the house are dead, and I'm sure everyone's asleep. Just look, last night I walked in through the back door whose hinges were rusty. The door can not be closed tightly (causing a gap), let alone want to be locked. And I am so grateful for that question.

Yesterday I came at the time of the apple, but when the physics class was about to begin... I took my backpack and it passed. When the apple, I didn't put my bag in the classroom, nor the locker, I put it in front of the school. I know there is a cctv that has been installed nicely. Let it be a question mark on the school.

So that I was supposed to be present in yesterday's lesson, I came along at the morning apple. Well again - again filled with the lecture of the principal. He thinks he's right? What did he say was in accordance with reality? Does everything he does match what he says every morning apple? Actuallyno. Just so you know, what kind of principal snatched away someone else's husband like him? Sok - sok also advised us.

Just so you know, the headmaster with the high bun every day walks with a graceful, friendly pretentious on everyone. Red lipstick that only cost tens of thousands is why it should be shown to people? The powder he was wearing was not worth a hundred thousand. Always pretentious in everything, even though it becomes a thorn in the household of others.

I thought it was just a rumor, but it turned out to be true. Even though I look like a sweet girl character who likes to read books, I am also a girl who likes to talk about people's lives.

I push the rumor, the principal was originally my lord, my guide because of his advice - advice that always cools the heart. He was about 45 years old and above.

Turns out to be true, I once saw the high-sungled principal having a fight with a woman who looked the same age as him. But the woman who became the opponent of the high-sungled headmaster was wearing a negligee and a shabby headscarf, very inversely proportional to the high-sungled principal who is very stylish and trying to look fashionable at all times (base does not remember age!).

How do I know that? Where am I looking? How could? What the hell is going on?

I heard the rumors from friends at school who every day the chatter is endless. Starting from upperclassmen, artists, culinary, to the latest trends (according to the typical teen sieh). I hear it often, because it was warm - it was hot.

I followed the high-sungled principal to his house. It was school time, and for me there was no harm in following him (if curious about the lives of others).

Never mind. I don't want to linger with that thought that the longer it gnaws at my lust for breakfast. I was still rolling in an old blanket that was not even twenty years old. What is clear is that the blanket I wear is very dusty, dull, shabby, termite smell, and and a lot of tears - tears that may be the bite marks of rats.

I don't care what time it is. I'm too tired of this boring and disgusting life. Every morning, that breakfast - it goes on. If not bread without jam at all, well porridge from white rice doused with warm water. Lunch again, that again. Same with dinner. If not eat rice crust mixed with salt and coconut, rice is the same vegetable spinach without side dishes, or no boiled noodles.

I'd love to eat chicken or meat at a fast food restaurant. Walk, shopping, not studying hard every day, back and forth to the library, speed overnight, even on weekends so again. Wanted to be like Eve, my best friend.

I woke up from my sleep, threw the old blanket over my body until it fell down. I actually woke up earlier, but I still wanted to roll in a blanket like a cocoon.

I move lazily. Yesterday, I was expecting Eve not to come to school. So instead of getting bored, I chose to skip.

I opened the door, found my mother brushing the bathroom floor. It's too bad I saw it.

I went straight to the kitchen. Open the serving lid on the table, and the contents are... Closed my eyes. Expect the contents to be stews, satay, or steak - a steak in the restaurant. I routinely do this style, hoping to get the surprise I want. Even though everything was gone, it was not in line with expectations.

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Tara's... I opened my eyes. Hadeh, a dream that is too high to get chicken or meat, even in the food lid, the contents are not at all. Really disappointed.