TASHADear God....As they drag the protesting Jason out, the entire students trudge behind, taking pictures with their phones, whispering and asking all sorts of questions. The school guards quickly move into action and crowd control, blocking the main entrance and allowing only the police officers and Jason to pass through.Principal Salazar appears from nowhere with a pair of other school guards that clear the way for her as she quickly rushes to the main entrance. She looks angry and utterly devastated as she follows the police officers out, dialing frantically on her phone."Okay everyone! Back inside please!" Vice Principal Martins's voice breaks into the air from the microphone, calling out to everybody. "DJ, start the music!"As the muttering loud crowd slowly begins to calm down and focus on the fast tempo music now playing, I remain glued to my spot. Trying to understand what the hell just happened a few minutes ago.I feel Nate's hand slip into mine, wrapping around my fing
FEW MONTHS LATERTASHAToday, Nate just got signed into one of the biggest professional fighting leagues. To say that I am super happy and proud of him will be an understatement compared to how thrilled I am right now.After everything, he finally made it. He is finally on the right track to pursue what he loves.And so am I.After overdoses of caffeine, my mum's prayers, Nate's endless support and encouragement and tons of my sleepless nights spent on panicking and drafting the best essay possible that I prayed to be my winning ticket into my dream university, I finally made it in.I got accepted into CalArts to study photography. I have always wanted to be a professional photographer. To see the beauty of the world through the lens and possibly have my own photo gallery and maybe even a bigger photo art museum someday in the future.Getting accepted into my dream school is my first valid, bold step towards achieving that dream.I am sure my dad is super proud of me."Here you go." N
1. Memories.DIANE‘You must be new here.’‘Watch your back.’‘Stay away from me!’‘Run!’‘I will find you, no matter where you hide.’‘Come out wherever you are.’‘Keep quiet you bitch.’‘Is he fucking dead?’‘You killed my son!’‘This is not over.’‘Diane–!’My eyes tear open with the force of the scream that yelled my name in my nightmare. I gasp for air as I shoot up straight on the mattress.Beads of sweat trickle down the sides of my face and neck. My heart is pounding wildly as I struggle to calm down my heavy panting.“Dear God.” I mutter, scooting backwards to the headboard. I relax my shivering body on the cold porcelain wood and shut my eyes, exhaling heavily.Fuck.Despite my slightly blurred vision, I manage to open my eyes to check out the time on my bedside clock.4:30am.I sigh and look away.Gently, I take in deep breaths, one after the other. A few seconds later, I feel the loud pounding of my heart subsiding, but I continue to inhale and exhale more breaths.I need
DIANE Tasha got to discover my dumped, bedridden talent when she caught me struggling to draw a damn lizard during one of the days she visited me in rehab.She was shocked, because she knew how talented I was before the rift that later happened between us back then. When she started nudging me endlessly for answers, I had no other option than to open up and tell her everything that happened during that summer eve between me and my mother.From that day onward, Tasha swore never to leave me alone until I got my talent back on track.She never failed to give me drawing prompts on a regular basis. She would always visit me. A lot. And she never failed, not once, to bring sketch pads and art pencils for me.She even went as far as curating an intensive, well detailed list of popular comic character artists with their work portfolios that I could learn and get more inspiration from.Drawing classes were part of the extracurricular sessions in the rehab center that helped some of us in pra
TASHA"Shit Jason! Right there! Fuck me harder! Fuck!"I halt in my tracks, the familiar female voice chilling my blood to ice. The air in my lungs evaporates the instant my eyes land on the half naked bodies of the two people I thought were my best friend and boyfriend fucking each other's brains out like their lives depend on it."Keep your voice down Diane, someone might hear you.""Shut up Jason and just fuck me!"My vision starts to blur. Everything in my head and around me starts to spin. I want to shout, but I feel like I am in this weird dream where only the loud moans of Jason and Diane are permitted to be heard and listened to.I try to force my legs to move, but I am pinned to where I stand. Jason is naked from his waist downwards, banging his dick right into Diane's cunt on the brown mahogany desk in the center of the empty physics lab. Diane, my fucking ass best friend, has her breasts slamming against his bare chest. Her bra, crop top and panties are scattered on the floo
TASHA"You fucking piece of shit!" I scream, yanking my bag off my shoulders to the floor before lurching towards Diane, the fucking bitch I thought was my fucking bestfriend. I sink my fingernails into her dirty blonde hair and drag on the strands with all my strength, yelling my lungs out.This slimy bitch has been stabbing me in the back all along, getting her pussy digged with my boyfriend's cock while pretending to sympathize with me over the relationship problems between Jason and I.And speaking of that fucking asshole Jason, I am still getting to his case later.Loud cheers and boos from the other students echo throughout the atmosphere of the hallway as Diane and me drag and pull mercilessly at each other."Let me go you crazy bitch!" Diane yells, her hands trying to untangle my tight grip on her hair. Did she just call me a bitch?My brain spikes, and I finally lose it. All of it. My grip on her hair tightens as I pull her backwards with me. With all my fucking strength, I
TASHAWhen I arrive home, I dump my school bag on the sofa and proceed to the kitchen to wash my hands.I have never fought before in school. I can get into fights anywhere, but fighting on school grounds is off limits. That was one rule of mine that I made to myself to keep. However, today, I broke that single rule, and I am certain that I will be made to pay for it no matter what."Tasha!" I hear my mum yell my name.Oh fuck no! Why is she home already? Her chef working hours at the restaurant down the street doesn't end until 6pm.And why do I have the feeling that she already kn—"What the hell happened in school today?! What is going on with you?!" She yells again as she enters the kitchen, clutching her phone in her hand."Mum I can expl—""How could you stoop so low?! Fighting a girl in school over a boy?!" Her beautiful blue eyes blaze as she spits out the words in anger."He isn't just any random fucking boy mum! Jason was my boyfriend!"My mum bobs her head back a bit. Her e
NATE"Young man, what is this?" My father snaps, dropping my Maths test result on the dinning table like some piece of shit.Well, in actual sense, the test result is a total piece of shit. But what is my shitty Maths test result doing here on the dinning table when it should be safely hidden in my bag?"Answer me Nathaniel!" He barks, slamming his palm on the table, the action rattling the plates and the candelabras on the dinning table.I wonder why is he getting so worked up on my test result like he fucking cares."Antonio calm do–""Don't tell me to calm down Suzie."One fucking interesting fact about Dad is that no matter how angry he is, he still calls my mum Suzie and not Susan.But in my case, he goes all rogue, and even yells out my full name with disgust. His thick eyebrows arch, his blue eyes darken, and his nostrils flare up like they are about to combust into flames."Answer me you ungrateful spoilt brat!""It is my Maths test result." I shrug, picking at the blue berries