The Story I Wrote Back in Highschool

Zyanneth’s POV I am now driving going to my parents' house which is the place where I grew up. My parents invited me for a family dinner to congratulate me for my new place, even though we already did at the housewarming party we had 3 days ago, but since I have something I left in the mansion I agreed to it. The gates automatically opened when the guards saw my car, I went in and parked my car on the garage, we have valet but I don’t like anyone touching my car, I’m kind of possessive when it comes to my things, since I know they can’t fight for themselves when somebody else than me touches them, unlike with people. I went inside the mansion and the butler welcomed me, a maid took my coat and the butler took me to the dining room where yummy food has been displayed on the dining table, my parents and siblings were already on the table ready to feast the foods. I sat on my usual seat, in front of mom, we have been seated based on our age and position in the house, it has been like that since then, it is to teach respect, and we siblings have been respectful to each other and other people since then, but we only respect someone once they earn it. "Congrats on your own house, Zya." My dad congratulated me, I don't know how many times I have heard this from the time I had my housewarming till today. "I know dad, I will visit from time to time." The truth is they never wanted me to move out from the mansion but I'm 23 now last year I graduated from college and I already work as an cosmetic chemist in mom's cosmetic company, and one day I will inherit it, I've always been in love with make up since the day my mom introduced them to me. I knew make up as a partner for everybody to make their selves to shine more, some hated make up because it ruins their skin but it was just because they used it wrong and didn't do any preparations for the skin first, that is why skincares existed. "Sweetie, I know you have grown up but can't you just live here until your getting married, you could use your house when you have your own family, but for the time being live here first." Mom said, I know my parents love me so much but it is time to be independent. In US, most of the teenagers who turned 18 moved out to be independent. "Mom, I can't keep being dependent on you guys, I know you guys have a lot of money but I want to have my own money." It was really different if you use your hard earned money to buy the things you like. "But always remember Zya, we're your parents, it is our responsibility to be someone you can rely on." My dad said, warming my heart and remembering they were always this loving. "Yeah I know, let's eat cause I'm famished." I said, it's not like I want to end our conversation but I'm really hungry, I haven't eaten lunch today because of how I busy I am, ever since I moved, my work has been piled up. "Then let's say grace." My mom started. We held hands and mother started to pray. "Thank you for the food you have given us lord, bless the hands who have prepared this food, this all we asked in Christ name we pray amen." My mom ended the prayer and we said amen. We started to gobbled up the food and I am sure that I am the one who ate most of the food. "Careful Zya, no matter how delicious that food is, too much is not good, you could have nightmares." My mom warned me. "Yeah, my classmates father died after his birthday, they said it was because of too much food." My sister said. "They said they heard him grunting but were too busy to realize that he is having a nightmare, they regretted it so much that her mother almost did a suicide." This was all normal in our house gossip here and there especially that there three girls in our family and so my dad and brother became gossipers too. ***Later*** I'm full. I went to my room to get the things I need. There in my room are the books that have been stack up and secured with a rope, I probably need to reread this, and beside those stacked up books is a box, I got curious and opened them. There I saw my old iPad, some notebooks, and my favorite pen back in high school. Such nostalgic things. I opened the notebooks and saw my stories that I wrote back then, and they were so cringy, so many cliches, and where are the parents of these characters. Back in those times, these cringy cliches were the things us teenagers were so into, we get so excited once these things happen in the books or ebooks we read, and because of this I started writing stories too. It was too relive my imagination and to share them with the other teenagers. I took my iPad and tried to turn them on but it didnt, so I went to find a charger and thankfully it worked, the iPad turned on there I saw the app were I published my books, and I remember one of these books that became super famous that it gained me a few thousand followers, and I gained some money from it because of the support the fans of the book, because of that I was determined to make my own money because I felt really happy that time. I read that book, and I cringed super. There are cliches here and there, and I don't know why I keep doing that back then when in the end of the day, it is a happy ending female lead and male lead end up together, and the villain gone. And I don't know why but I suddenly became so sleepy, so I closed my eyes for a bit and thought that maybe I should sleep here. ***Morning*** "My work!! I'm late!!." I showered and went to my wardrobe. "Where are my corporate attires?" I frantically finding my clothes for work. *knock knock* There was a knock on my door and I opened it. "Young master, here is your uniform." A maid I don't recognize handed me a school uniform, I thought she must be new. "Thank you." I said. Wait... I am not in school anymore. "Wait...wait a minute, I go to school?" I'm confuse, I graduated college a year ago. "Why young master? Shall I tell your parents, that you will not go to school today?" She said, though she is not recognizable, her face is familiar, it was like the butler face but woman's. "No no, thank you for the uniform." "Welcome." She went away and I closed the door. I'm confused as f**k. What is happening? Next thing I knew I was back in my school, but it had a different name. I went into the gymnasium, cause apparently it's the first day of school, and we have orientation. But before I arrived in the gymnasium, I bumped into someone because I was just looking through my phone. Before I hit the ground an arm snaked through my waist and stopped me from falling. There I saw the most familiar face I know in my life. The "Bad Boy" back in high school. "Watch where your going." He angrily said and dropped my a*s on the floor. Fuck, thank god I didn't my hit my gead, or else it would have a nasty bump. I remember he was always rude back then, and also know how to race and fight, I was actually surprised that he graduated in high school, but did I go back in time? Cause he's here and I'm here, so I went back in time, but why is the name of the school different? "What? Are you gonna just keep lying down on the floor like a beggar, begging for attention?" This asshole, can't he see that I'm in pain. "Rude a*s bitch." It was true and I can't help myself. "What did you just said?" He moved forward to me, when I was standing up. "Tell me, what did you just said." He moved forward again, now he is just a half step away from me. "I said, You are a rude a*s b***h, are you deaf?" I also moved forward, in case if he's really deaf. He moved backward, and swung his right hand at me, but before it could hit me, I blocked it with my arm and kicked his temple, he was so shocked that he flew, landed on wall and lied on the floor. His eyes were so big and glared at me, if it could kill I would have been dead right now, though I regretted it, I can't help but remember the time he called me a beggar. "Who's looks like a beggar now, huh?" I run my mouth like that even though I am actually scared shitless, but I don't care cause this is all a dream, I mean why would I go back in time, it is not possible. ***Slap*** Suddenly I felt a sting on my cheek. Wait can you feel pain when your dreaming? Dreams just happen in your brain, brain can't make up pain; unless your messed up in the head, brain only sent signal on the body that you felt pain. "You b***h!" A shrill voice echoed beside me and started to pull my hair. And it hurt b***h. So I pulled her hair too.