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The truth revealed, Mr. Charles Winston is my half brother. He is moving with us lately and rent his own apartment.
Still, we don't know where is my dad. No one knows, the police still investigate it and Mr. Dave Lee also involves international investigation for him.
Like you know, it is nearly impossible if someone can leave the country and not detected. People last saw him in Flight, from Jakarta to New York City.
And he gone afterwards.
"Stop watching your phone," Charles voice wakes me up from my deep thoughts. "We have arrived !"
The facts, i'm not playing my phone. It stay calm inside my grip. My heavy backpack hang on my shoulder, almost pull me backward.
I have been a month here and this is the first time i use my lockers cause my back start to hurt. Yeah, i feel like i'm 40 years old, not a teenager.
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I finally reach my lockers and sigh. It looks like they just repaint it. The colors changes from blue to gray.
I kneel down and slowly open my lockers. I still selecting the books to keep inside. This is the advantages of getting the lower lockers.
Still wondering who keep the books above me. But it all fade when i double check my book and a tall figure stand behind me.
"Hey cupcakes," Daniel greets me. He likes to call me with sweets name. Chocolate, cupcakes, honey and many more. His long hands easily open the lockers beneath me and taking some of his book. "Watch out. My book might be fall down to your head."
"If it fall down i'll throw you my book. Vice versa," I say and smiles. I lock my lockers and trying to stand, but it's hard.
Both of his hands grab my wrist and pull me up. I finally stand and lean my back on the lockers.
"Let's go to class cupcake," He says and walk behind me. "I wonder how you can walk so fast with those small feet."
I stop right after he has finished his sentence. I turn my head and glare at him.
"No-no, i don't mean to tease you. I'm just amaze !" He says and giggles.
I have no time to detect he is lying or not. We only have a minute to the class before Charles enter and kick us out.
We arrive at the class on time. I hang my bag on the hook, on the left side of my table. I take my pencil box out.
Mr. Winston enter the class with A4 size brown envelope. He stand in the middle of the class, counting the students and clear his throat.
All of our attention shift to him. "Mathematics test today. No cheating. Do your best."
Students start to mumble in low voices. No one dare to complain. He start distribute the paper. My heart pounding faster as he stand in front of me with his favorite smirks, placing my papers in front of me.
"1 hour from now," Mr. Winston announce.
The class go silence, all focus to the paper. I grab my pen and start writing, all the things i remember.
The questions are tricky. If you don't understand you're unable to do this.
"10 minutes more," Mr. Winston announce again.
All the gears on my brain start working hard because i spent a long time on some question. I start to panic cause there's five more question.
"Times up, hands up from the paper," He say and collecting the paper. He counts the paper again and again until he sure and leaves the class.
"Can you do it cupcakes ?" Daniel question and his voices is showing exhaustion.
"I don't know," I reply. I cross my hands on the table and rest my head above it.
"It is f*****g hard," Emma complain in desperation and smack her own table.
"You're A-sian not B-sian," Daniel says mocking Emma dad tones.
"Just because you're caucasian doesn't meant you can say that," Emma yell back.
"Stop forgetting that i'm half asian too," Daniel replies and roll his eyes. "Cupcake, may i go to your house after school?"
"You may on Saturday," I reply and twitch my lips. "But you must bring me cupcake, chocolate flavor."
"Why not strawberry?"
"She hate strawberry asshole," Melissa spat and roll her eyes.
~*~
"Lol he is sleeping," Emma whispers.
We're in the middle of last period and Mr. Winston is on a meeting. I don't know what meeting is it and he won't tell me either.
I turn back and look at his innocent face while sleeping. His hands are on drawer and he use the grammar book as a pillow. His brown hair is messy, well, he never really comb it.
I take out my 12 color marker. Face coloring fun isn't it ?
I start drawing his eyebrows with black markers and Emma drawing on his eyelids. This is the naughtiest things i ever done in my whole life.
All my girls come and join us. The boys watching every movement of teachers outside.
"Mr. Wins-"
All of us turn back out head and he has standing in front of the door, laughing.
All of us sigh in relieves. What we think is he gonna freak out and yell on the whole classes.
"Back to your seat," Mr. Winston says and smirks.
He enter the class and walk to Daniel face. He fold his arms and put on his sternest face.
"Ahem," He clear his throat. All of us turn around and look at him, with our innocent face.
Daniel slowly open his eyes and jolt when he realize Mr. Winston is standing in front of him.
"Go wash your face," Mr. Winston say in stern tone but calm.
He go out without a word, to the restroom.
All of us burst in laugh.
"Let's see his reaction," Mr. Winston says and sit on his desk. "By the way, Who's idea?"
"Bev's idea sir," Emma says and we laugh.
"OMG Bev... i thought it is Emma idea," He says. "Well. I'm not gonna punish everyone because all of you have a finger in the pie."
"Sr... He is coming back," Zack says, his eyes lock to the small window on the door.
We set our serious faces and acting normal, like nothing has happened before. I don't know why i don't feel guilty at all but satisfied. Maybe this is the feel they experienced when they bullied.
He burst in and yell, "Who the heck doing this to my face ?"
We all look at each other but no one want to confess. Either i am.
"What the heck,"
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