A Thousand Sorry Abeer

The message board covered every media sensation throughout the United States. The johnson family's third son, Mr David Jonhson head of the Jonhson family, declined to reveal the cause of death and other things related to his son Iris Jonhson.  The Johnson family's founded the CW bank as one of the largest banks in the world with a net worth of up to $ 2 trillion specializing in customer care in mortgages, insurance and asset management. The identity of the Jonhson family is very large, the relevant news is sought after by the media and the people. But no newspaper dared to report other than the obituary allowed by the family.  Iris passing was a great pain for all his relatives, this year he was only seventeen years old and preparing for his high school graduation exams. Mrs Juhi Harris next to her son's body cried repeatedly: "My son ...!". Her face paled not believing this fact, a melancholy atmosphere enveloped the large house. Silas Jonhson had just learned that his younger brother had died, and he quickly boarded the plane back. He read the suicide note Iris had left on it with only one Abeer name written on the paper.  Abeer? Silas looked at her crying mother, and he asked: "Who is Abeer?" “... she... huhu..." Mrs Juhi choked up, and Roy Johnson - oldest brother answered instead: "That girl is the one Iris likes, mom just objected to he..." He dropped the sentence. Silas understood that he contained his anger so close to holding Iris hand, why was it so easy to leave life?  He gritted his teeth and asked: "Why not watch out Iris?" Roy sighed: "The door was locked left until Iris was found..." He paused for a moment and said: "No one wants this, let's accept the truth." Mrs Juhi cries bothered Silas, who always used son imposition to want everything to go he way, Silas shook her head: "Mom, can just crying solve the problem? Why let things get so bad?"" Mrs Juhi wiped her tears with her hand, turned her head and glanced at Silas: "You blame me? Iris loves a girl with a bad situation, is it wrong for me to have such an opinion?" Huh? "Mrs snorted. "Silas, don't be here to question me, i'm your mother anyway." Silas stroked his face, he blamed himself more than the others, if only he were closer to his brother maybe would have stopped Iris' foolish thoughts, but... This can't be changed again. Mrs Juhi hugged Iris face and kissed him on the cheek, "It's all because she's hungry for money... It's all about her..." You keep repeating those words. Mr David returned, his eyes filled with irresistible sadness, he said, "We should fulfill our last duty." The Jonhson family was busy preparing for the funeral of their absent son. ------------ Class 12A1 was in heavy air, no one spoke up when they heard that his friend Iris Jonh had passed away in the early hours of this morning. The teacher could not hide his grief, the student who died at the most beautiful age really shocked people hard to accept. Iris Jonhson- Abeer Harris and Daisy Miler have been best friends for more than two years in high school. Daisy Miler couldn't contain her tears blur her tiny face. Abeer Harris couldn't cry, ever since the news of Iris's death she was like a soulless person staring at Iris empty desk, her eyes having not moved away from the moment she entered the classroom. The teacher sighed and announced: "At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon you gathered in front of the school gate, we sent you off for the last time. Student went to school normally in the morning." The emotionally concealed teacher turned to the whiteboard holding a trembling pen. The best student in the family school was especially wealthy but he never relied on the power to look down on others, the future was open and so ended.  Pity to the point of choking. The crying of class 12A1 non-stop, the headmaster himself came to comfort the gloomy air to settle down. He also feel very sad to just sigh. Abeer eyes were still on the empty space, and the teacher knew she had not accepted the truth, Zhara cleverly reminded her. "Abeer, page 102 math book, helping i solve this exercise." The class looked at Abeer in unison, as if Abeer couldn't hear teacher just sitting motionless for a long time to blink. "Abeer, don't look again tomorrow you're going to rearrange your seat, you're going to focus on school." Zhara reminded. Daisy saw Abeer not move feeling she had received too much shock, reaching for Abeer shoulder to shake two. Daisy voice was shocked: "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Abeer was startled, his lifeless eyes looking at Daisy. "Miss Zhara called you up to the assignment." Abeer understood, saying: "Call Iris, i can't get a headache." Voice she was soft, as calm as Iris was sitting behind her. Daisy hugged her crying mouth, shaking her head: "Abeer, Iris is no longer here, you know." A tear filled the eye socket quietly sliding down, Abeer grinned distortedly, his smile too bewildering. Abeer personality is quite quiet, she is quiet but very kind or helps her friends, every time she smiles beautifully two coins hidden gracefully the tail of the eyes curved up like a crescent moon, no one has ever seen Abeer smile like that even Daisy has never seen. Abeer was brutally beaten by her father and never had such a smile. Don't scare i, Daisy eyes are afraid Abeer will do something crazy. "Iris just sick, he told me he's tired yesterday, he's hot, it's hot, it's hot, he can't keep his fever down, I told him to take the pills, it's okay." She slowly reported, the call Iris said a long time ago, Abeer had no doubt that the warm voice she would never hear. The last thing he said, he said very quietly, "I...". Her don't hear clearly, the phone has disconnected. She didn't think much, thinking that meeting him in class would ask him what he wanted to say, now she couldn't ask anymore, couldn't see him anymore. Daisy bursts into tears through hugging her poor friend, the feelings are good suddenly fate takes him away, Abeer refuses to accept the truth, what do i know? Zhara stepped down from the podium, approaching Abeer reaching for comfort and rubbing her head gently. "We're going to take him together for a while, and I'm going to take care of everything and it's going to pass." Abeer pushed Daisy, forcefully turning her head, her throat bitter, she turned on a breath: "What hurts?" She looked around for a turn, in the eyes of all the classmates looking at her carrying compassion. Abeer naturally laughed, laughing so loudly that her stomach hurt, she folded her arms around her stomach, the teacher's hand hovering stiffly in midair. Suddenly laughing, Abeer shouted: "He's fine, you don't have to him, how can you die? You're healthy, how can you die?" She had never spoken out loudly to anyone, in Abeeer life always chose to be disadvantaged on her part, she like this surprised everyone in the class to open her eyes wide open to her next action. Abeer muttered, "He not dead, no." And then ran out the door, and the schoolyard was empty with only a girl running and crying loudly, cries echoing throughout the school district, sobbing sobbing. She liked him like that, she waited to graduate she would tell him how Abeer Harris liked Iris Jonhson, how much she liked him for two years, liked him very much, liked him so much that she did not come to the family difference, nor did she need the future, now just want to make it clear that if he likes her too, they will fight for love to the end. Abeer waited for the graduation exam to go well before she told him, not in time. Iris is not waiting for you! Abeer rushed out of the schoolyard to walk in vain, and she reached Iris's house looking up at the front of the massive, closed-door house. She approached to see through the long narrow iron gap close to each other inside people who were displaying flowers all over the white color characteristic of mourning color, Abeer shuddered at the cold back waves, she tried to look a little deeper only to see the tall back shadow straight in front of the table in the middle of the house, they decorate with white chrysanthemums around the table from foot to tabletop. She stood there clinging to the cold iron door, her forehead trying to hold harder than she expected to see more images inside than eventually her forehead with a slightly swollen red mark. But she didn't know she was in pain, her heart was dumbfounded more painful than what her body had suffered. The sun accidentally shone a scorching hot sun on her, Abeer caring about anything but clinging to the door and looking inside. Ting... The car horn sounded behind her, Abeer turn your head. He tore his head through the door, and he said, "She's out of the way." The door slowly opened, Abeer wanted to turn his head to look, his head had not yet turned and was pushed by a man in western clothes, shouting loudly. "What do you want to know? Get out now." Abeer was pushed to the side of tears that quietly fell wet on his cheeks, he mumbled. "The reporter has a thick face these days and pretends to be a student hunting news? Oh, I'm crying like the real thing." He thought she was a reporter, so he stood in front of her, waiting for the car to roll into the bodyguard following the closed door. Abeer sat there until late at night, the moon rising high into the traffic with only a few occasional passes she had difficulty getting up and going home. Mary Lopez sat at the table drinking tea watching the door waiting for her daughter to come home from school, her house was very poor so Abeer rarely went out, if she would also come home early, she often confided to her about her handsome classmate who studied very rich, he treated her very differently, He cared little by little whenever she had something sad, he knew even though she never dared to say it. She only knew that her friend was named Iris, and the fact that Iris had not met her, she watched on television also learned of the death of the Jonhson family's son but did not think that Abeer was too sad to forget the time to go home. Mrs Mary was worried about her hot stomach, she went to the door and went back to the house, wanted to find her son and did not know which way to go, she believed Abeer would not spoil the race for friends. She believed she would know she was waiting for her to come home to go to bed safely. Abeer had just reached the end of the alley, the dog next to him barking at the sky. Mary, with her low legs, rushed out to see. Abeer's shadow approached, under the yellow light she felt that her daughter was wrong, her footsteps slowly stared at daughter, Mrs Mary held her hand, gently asked: "Where are you going now to come back?" Her eyes were dry, her right forehead was slightly swollen, Mrs Mary was very worried, "Why did you get hurt?" Seeing daughter differently, Mrs Mary to ask more questions. "Fighting? Poor score? Is someone messing with you?" Abeer wakes up, gently shaking his head: "It's a little wrong so I didn't get the absolute score, Mom, I forgot about the time to go back to you, i'm sorry." Abeer didn't want her mother to worry, so she hid it in her heart. Mary laughed, blaming love. "This kid dont be sad anymore." She gently stroked her long hair in her heavy lap, Abeer pursed her lips and said, "I'm sleepy, i'm asleep early, mom goodnight."