HER THOUGHT

"Mom, I told you she did it on purpose; she showed up yesterday to get attention; I like Zamiel, mom, and Nicole is diverting his attention away from me," Elizabeth explained. I hide behind a nearby door. I was meant to go into my father's office, but I just discovered this. My twin is yelling as though I've done something he can't forgive. Should I be pleased with it? I sighs. Should I simply ignore them? My twin is mentally challenged, and I understand her. I must comprehend her. She has trouble controlling her emotions, which includes her thinking. But I restrain myself from hearing what my mother has to say. This is eavesdropping, and I don't want you to get penalized again for something so little. We've reached legal age, and I don't want to do anything I'll come to regret later. I chose to walk away and turn around. I'm not looking for a fight. I want to be at ease. Goodness. I leave them and proceed to my father's office. He is not here, and I am aware that he is really busy with our company. I look about and when I don't see anything that piques my interest, I turn around and go. I immediately proceed to the pool. I really wanted to go swimming. I needed to express my displeasure with life. I strip down to my underwear and throw it on the floor. My brassiere and panty were left behind. I kept my ponytail in place since swimming in these conditions would be nice. I took a few breaths in and out before deciding to let my body sink into the crystal blue water. As I began to swim, I closed my eyes. When I first started swimming, I started moving my feet and arms like a pro. I open my eyes to check which way I am heading. I decided to get out of the water after a few minutes of swimming. I'm reaching for my towel, but there's nothing I can do. My brows wrinkled as I looked up, expecting to see it in my eyes. My towel is no longer in there. What happened to my towel? Goodness. I sighed deeply and sat down at the pool's side for a moment. I shaved my ponytail and, as usual, felt revitalized immediately after swimming. Because this pool is not shaded by the sky, I look up. I can see the stars well. The stars that only shine at night and in the dark. I wish I could be one of them, celebrities. The stars that we are simultaneously adoring and staring at. It is inaccessible. But I am always disappointing my parents. I'm such an embarrassment. I'm getting chilled because the air is getting frigid. I resolved to stand up and didn't give a damn if our house was drenched as a result of my actions. I went as though I were alone here, but I came to a halt as someone shouted. "Oh my my, Nicole! Why are you dressed like that? Why don't you have a towel? Are you exposing your body to our guests?" Elizabeth said, making me turn around. As the camera rotated, I closed my eyes. Gosh. What's the deal with this scene? Manang Cecilia comes running up to me and hands me a towel. I thank her as I glance at her. I encircle my body with it. I don't want to continue talking. Before I leave, I turn back and only see her guests' grins. They are both male and female. These are all my twin's friends, I assume. I ascend the stairs and proceed to the bathroom. I took off the towel that was wrapped around my body. I quickly open the shower door. For the time being, I don't want to utilize the bathtub. I'd like to sleep. I don't want to be bothered by what my twin is up to. I thought I wasn't supposed to be exposed to the outside world? But why does she appear to want to humiliate me? She had only recently introduced me to her friends. Gosh. My head is filling up once more. I get the new towel and wrap it around my body when I finish my bath routine. I exit the restroom and proceed to the dressing room. I open it up and look for my sleeping clothes. When I've found it, I put it on and exit the changing room. I'm headed to my bedroom in a few moments. This has been a particularly exhausting day. I assumed I'd be able to sleep this early, but I couldn't. I examine the drawer next to the bed. When I opened the drawer, I noticed my blank sketch. I made the decision to purchase it. I wanted to do a drawing. I take out my pencil and resolve to stay awake for a while. My lips curve into a smile. I'm curious as to what might happen if I used all of my imagination to create Zamiel's face. I'm still aware of his presence. I'm not sure why, but I'd like to draw him. His eyes were the first thing that drew my attention when we met. A sharp nose that fits his face perfectly. His lips appear to be enticing. I examine my drawing. I examine it a few minutes later. I believe something is incorrect. I examine it carefully. I'm not sure, but I believe I need to see his face more in order to execute it right. I suppose meeting him twice isn't enough. When I look into his eyes, I bite my bottom lip. This pair of eyes reminds me of who he is. His identity is quite powerful. I examine it carefully. I decided to retain it for a while after a few moments. I shut the drawer and take out my phone. I open it and look for my father's phone number. I called him on the phone. He can only answer when three rings have passed. "I'm sorry, who is this?" a girl asked, making me flush. I dropped my phone and was unable to respond to the caller.