gossip and distress.
614 Words
Yesterday I had the whole level of frustration with the part-time applications, Troy, bills, and Becka. It took me a day to divert my anger as I strike the arrow on the tree trunk.
Anger management. This is something I am both good and terrible at. It just feels good hitting the bull’s eye leaving the same mark on it. There are no people near the border of the trailer parks and the woods, except those who live there but they knew it became my archery area and they seemed not to care. Becka is my nearest neighbor but she isn’t there every day because of many people she lends money to and needs to rack up by the end of the month.
“Are you sure that he will be living in one of these trailers?”
“I know, babe. This is cheap.” Someone said in a muttering tone. I took a quick glance and saw a group of girls wearing mini skirts and cropped tops. I was certain they were from the city. I also recognized one from my college class so I looked away.
“Hey, babes. Check her out.”
“She is Trevenna dela Torre, from Economics 101 class.” Hearing chatters from some familiar faces of my freshman years worsened the day. Now, I became the center of the talk.
“Is she the one who got number one on the mock exam?”
“I’ve heard she dropped out after that.”
“After the divorce of her parents. I’ve heard that her father left, and went with some girls.” She took a picture of me while I’m shooting the last arrow.
“Pity.”
“Why is she in this town?”
“I guess, living in the city is so expensive, she can’t afford it. You know, her dad is a rich man.”
“Oh, what a rebel.”
“Can you stop talking about me?” I tried but they are too hard to ignore. “Why are you in this town? Oh, I think because you can’t afford to have a better place to conduct your thesis! Leave me alone.” I utterly sneered and threw the dagger on the same tree trunk without looking.
“Scary.” A girl said in a tone of sarcasm. She is spraying alcohol on her hand. The other girls seemed alarmed by it, and in the end, they left.
“Playing the mean girls, this is not high school!” I muttered with clutching fists, piercing my gaze as they headed back to where they came from, and sighed. The hate I had with my dad just increases to the point that I just wish him the worst.
“Crap! What are you doing?” A guy rushed next to the tree where I’m doing archery to check why I yelled. He keeps appearing. “Oh! Is this why you screamed?” Surprised as he noticed the arrows and a dagger on the tree trunk next to where he stood.
“None of your business,” I said. It seemed like a deja vu as I took off the dagger from the tree trunk while he stared at me in amusement. I frowned then nudged him with my elbow. He holds up as I walk out without breaking the stares.
“Right.” He said and settled his hand on the same cloak he wore yesterday at the antique shop. “Where are you going now?”
“None of your business.” I cried. Out of frustration, I can’t help myself but scream. “Can everyone give me a break!”
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