The Darkest Dream

Stupid girl

"Dorr..! Die you!" exclaimed a man patting the shoulder of a girl who was daydreaming in front of her locker.

Delikan sharp eyes make the man grimly horrified.

"Your eyes always make people get asthma.." he was upset.

"I have to show you an upset face. Why are you the one who looks fiercer than me!" zion's grunt was heard again, the man never won if he had an argument with his best friend. What's more a muscle fight, obviously his self lost far. Transactions like her will not be able to even just make the friend bruise the item at a time.

"Stop being fierce, you'll have trouble getting a lover later." Zion's advice wise-ass.

"I don't need a lover. Didn't you meet my needs, both as a friend, a shield and a fake lover. You're all Zion, baby." Rea smiled devil looked at his friend. Zion sneered at the annoying sentence from the mouth of Rea, her best friend.

"You can't continue to benefit your handsome best friend for as long as he. Try dating, before everyone thinks you're really my girlfriend. You're gonna make my selling point go down." Zion complained, suggesting an advice.

"Don't you always like being my pretend lover? I see the twinkle of dollars burning in both of your very eyes twitching." Rea pointed towards Zion's eyes with her two fingers at once. Zion smiled clumsily, who doesn't like money. That's how he thought. Rea pays her dearly to be her feigned lover, if going to attend various parties. Who can refuse the coffers, only crazy people do not need money.

"I just don't like to waste my fortune, you know I'm a good friend. Utilize what can be used while you can." After saying his shameless sentence, Zion chuckled and then grabbed Rea's shoulder who put a hostile face on her.

"Ck! can you not always be this honest? you look like a young man from the lower middle class if you continue to memorize me. I'm a woman, aren't you ashamed..!" hiss Rea stared pensively at his best friend.

Zion only smiled foolishly, revealing her increasingly annoying face in Rea's eyes.

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A woman was arranging flowers in an urn pot, on a round table in front of the stairs to the second floor of her house.

Before long the sturdy arm was embracing her from behind so possessively.

"Dad's? can't bother me just yet.My flowers will wither if I don't arrange them neatly in this pot immediately." The wife warned.

The husband clucked bitterly as he looked at the pot and the roses that had seized his wife's attention. Basic flower sucks her inner swearing irritated.

"I know you're cursing at my favorite flower, dad." Tegur the flat wife.

"Bern, stop doing that. Or the thorn of this rose will be perfectly planted on your junior." The words full of inhumane warnings made Bern's snort even louder.

"You're cruel, honey." Bern is back. "Tonight I have a date, so don't miss me. Okay?" Bern again remembered the schedule of his regular date with the princess.

"Yes, I almost forgot. Did your annoying daughter get ready for your date tonight?" ask Lizzie to make sure. He had almost forgotten that it was already the second week of the month. That means it's the date schedule of the husband and his eldest daughter.

"Hey, honey! pay attention to your words.." rebuked Bern in a dislike tone. Berea is both her favorite daughter and her pride. No one can call her beloved girl, even if it is her own mother.

Lizzie clucked at the tone of protest from her husband.

"Where are you going to date this time?" lizzie said, shifting the subject of their conversation.

"We're going to walk to the mall, watch a Disney movie and then eat." Obviously Bern seems so excited, "maybe going to do a little shopping for my little daughter's needs." Bern continued with a glowing face.

"I'm too old for a little girl, dad." The sound of protest from the front door made the couple surprised, then turned their heads.

"You're home yet?" asked Lizzie with a probing look. Bern immediately put up the body.

"You forgot honey ? we're going on a date, my great daughter, it takes 2-3 hours to get dressed. So today is not a problem, after all, this is just entering a new school year. Let my daughter enjoy her teenage years without feeling pressured." Bela Bern as always.

Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply until her chest cavity was fully filled. A long breath, indicating that he could not agree with the defense of the husband. Bern immediately saves his second, as Bern cannot choose who he should defend.

"Sweetie, get some rest in your room. Miska will help you prepare later." Bern's orders were to try to save the situation to keep it conducive.

Without saying a word, Berea climbed the stairs to her room upstairs. He came home not without reason, just now he had a muscle fight with a neighboring class student. A bout of dexterity that occurs because Berea does not like to be ordered, meaning that girls like Berea do not like to be pierced or see oppression occur in his presence.

flashbacks

The sound of laughter at the end of the school hallway went out to Berea's hearing. She just came out of the toilet to wash her face. If asked why wash your face in the hours of the lesson is going on, the answer is simple. Berea often feels sleepy when following the lesson hours, added the subject teacher who explained the material worthy of his storytelling person.

"Give me your job now, otherwise you can do it again, this time it will definitely feel more delicious. I've been holding my precious liquid for a whole week." laughter rolled back, Berea chose to stay at the end of the turn of the hallway. The girl put on a flat look, looking right at a girl who is now being bullied. Two of them were girls he knew very well because they were from the same class as him. Three more people were from the class next to his. Three badung men are quite famous in his school, with a degree of good looks and wealth that is able to hypnotize the females in the elite school.