There was absolutely no any maternal comfort surrounded in your ruthless life. Living weirdly around your father whose only goal was to attract money and prizing promotions at his job rather than have a connecting relationship and play the role of two in a family. Making you lack in both paternal figures.

You spend days bored, unwillingly to make longing friendships, other than usual connections with strays at the alleyways while walking to school. Did the usual school work, solitary confinement in your bedroom while working on pass time divertissement, and helping dad with chores.

Which wasn’t the best, knowing you had so much to share. From family issues ranging from relative lore to being the reason your mother left you at the young age of barely two months old. Even the ‘divertissement’ you consider fun was interesting to those who ask. Sadly, no organism with a caring heart ever did.

However it wasn’t until Senior year started, the new sight at your school was an actress. Her success was majorly popular blockbuster movies, that even one went over a whooping one billion after the summer of 2023 (Barbie) working successfully at StarWars, and even booked to some horror movies planned later in her future. That could only be Ariana Greenblatt.

You entered swiftly into your first English lecture. To be honest, nobody paid attention to the subject the teacher yapped alongside a worksheet. Students, including you, were there just to be there. Last year’s hell of a junior year what was really broke you. All you needed was a year’s rest, watching some movie about post-modern feminist as you fill in a worksheet. That was sarcasm if you couldn’t find.

Your seat was occupied by a brunette, who seemed quite short in your seat. You pulled down your hoodie, not to get in trouble with that annoying son of a bitch of a teacher, and tapping with your index finger at the brunette.

You sighed and started,“Hey, sorry to interrupt but that’s my seat—“ however quickly interrupted by her luring face which made you paused.