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It’s Sunday morning and Jane decided to have our favorite ramen while our parents are out with their friends. Lena, the servant who has been working with us since I was born, cooked for us and it’s literally the best ramen I’ve ever had. As usual, Jane and I watch Running Man afterwards. It’s basically our Sunday routine; have noodles and watch our favorite TV show early in the morning. It might sound boring, but honestly that’s the only day I’ve always looked forward to throughout the week. I love my sister, but just like other siblings in the world, she can be very annoying sometimes.
Jane and I often have disagreements and fight to some degree, such as arguing. Fine, I admit that it can be physical too, and I lose most of the time. She’s strong as hell just for the fact that she is 4 years older than me.
“You’re supposed to help mom yesterday. Lena came late and mom had to do the dishes all by herself in the morning,” Jane demands.
I always hate that she acts and in fact knows that she’s the good kid between us. She never complains and always helps around the house whenever she’s not working, and I can never admit that I’m the bad kid. She always pisses me off by giving me life lessons and advices that I honestly already know, but I just pretend not to.
“Yeah of course, child of the year,” I say. s**t, why do I even say that? She pinches my arm and I start screaming. I’m just being dramatic, but I know if I start getting physical at her back, I would lose easily.
At this point I’m so pissed that I walk to the toilet and unconsciously kicked the glass toilet door to release my frustration of losing the fight. Surprisingly, the glass broke— I can’t even scream; I freeze knowing I messed up. I look down and all I can see is blood flowing out of my foot from the broken glass pieces. “What the hell happened?!” Jane yells as she runs towards me.
Oh no no no, please no. This is not happening!!
I can’t even feel anything, I panic and move my feet, stepping on even more broken pieces of the glass.
“STOP! Do not move! It’s bleeding so much I’m calling mom now!” Jane says with a face of fear while grabbing her phone.
The next half an hour, all I can see is dad lifting me on his shoulder and put me in the car. He drives as fast as possible to the nearest hospital. At this point, I start to feel pain as the blood keeps flowing out— I’m starting to feel weak. I can feel the veins in my leg pulsing, and I’m scared, so scared. This is the most horrible experience I’ve had in my life.
We pull up to the hospital and daddy lifts me up from the car, carries me inside. On a bed, the doctor looked at my wound and says “She needs a stitch before this went bad. The broken glasses got so deep inside that I need to take it out first. I have to anesthetize her.”
I look at the wall, I feel pain from the anesthetic syringe and in the next minute, I don’t feel anything anymore. I feel numb. All I can think about is how I can go to school tomorrow as it’s my first day of high school. f**k.
After at least an hour, dad drives me home with my bandaged leg and I can see that he’s very upset. I know that he deserves to be mad, kicking a glass door while you’re pissed off is certainly not a good decision. I’ve been expecting him to nag me a lot, but he doesn’t even say a word. I am worried. Seriously though, I prefer him to scold me than not speaking at all, because I know he’s really mad if he chooses to stay silent with a fierce face.
We arrive home and I can see the fear from mom and Jane’s face when they see my bandage leg. “How’s it? Is it okay now? What did the doctor say?” mom asks worriedly.
“She stitched them and gave me some antibiotics. It’s all good now. Sorry mom” I say with a pity face trying to win dad’s heart.
I admit that it’s my fault to kick something that breaks easily, but I blame my sister too for that. If she didn’t piss me off, everything would be fine now. I look at her but she’s trying to avoid an eye contact with me. Fine. I won’t talk to her before she starts the conversation first. Or she can at least apologize for ruining my first day of class tomorrow.
We are at the dining table having pizza for dinner while mom keeps nagging Jane and I for the fight this morning. Still, dad doesn’t say a word. But I keep trying by putting some pizza to his plate and opening the chili sauce for him. Mom and Jane definitely know what I’m trying to do here as I make it very obvious that I don’t want dad to be mad at me anymore.
At night, I texted my friends about the arrangement of seats at school tomorrow. Every first day of school, the seat arrangements always change, and we should come early to get the best seats; which are the last rows. My friend group consists of 4 people: me, Katy, Felice, and Mary.
I’ve been the closest to Katy since primary school. We’ve basically been friends for almost 8 years. However, we got into some usual friendship drama 3 years ago, so we had a break for several months and during that break, I became close to Felice. Mary is my replacement, so she’s been close to Katy since then. Tomorrow, our plan is that Felice will be my seatmate, and Katy will be Mary’s. I’m really nervous about tomorrow because there’ll be some new kids that transfer from another school as well. First day school nerves are real.
