By the time all my classes finished the sun had set. That creepy, pedobear-like eerie aura keeps on bugging me to the bone. I shivered as I hugged my books closer to my chest, hoping that this weird feeling would go away. I had a thought of spending the night in the library but of course, the library ladies won't be too happy to see me in the early morning. I couldn't risk the chance to be blacklisted at the school's library, they too, hate me for some odd reasons I would never know. My steps grew slower as the ground went uphill, the books were already heavy and gravity does not permit me to fly or take astronaut steps. My house was spotted from this distance.

Everything was so close yet so far.

My feet was dragged against the cold sidewalk. My mind was drifted into unconscious thoughts as I let my body take control. Everyone has reasons for everything they do. Even by all means, staying out of their own freaking house. I hated that place, my father would come home after work and ignore me. Ignore my existence. Now, I'm not telling you this so you could pity me and step on all of my remaining pride.

I wasn't popular at school, nor at home either. But I was ok with it. It was still bearable.

Even my father has a reason for his own behavior... It was because of my mother. She left the both of us when I was about four years old and left him with a huge debt. The debt didn't belong to her, it belonged to her parents. There was nothing that my father could do. He, at least, had the heart to work his off. To raise me. To give me a future. And pay off that stupid debt. I have to say, that even though my father isn't the most 'loving' father in the world, he at least had the will to take his own responsibility. Unlike my mother. I've never mourned for her. I didn't need a mother, I didn't want one after knowing what my own mother did.

And oh no, I didn't discover this sizzling piece of information through my own father. When my grandma and him were talking, I overheard the conversation. Being only ten at that time, I was devastated. I've always wanted a mother. Someone who would brush my hair and talk about boys with me. Someone who would sing me lullabies and hug me to sleep. Someone who would love me. But after hearing that, my imagination and heart broke into pieces. And what broke my heart more was what my grandmother was calling her. But she has reasons too.

Well everyone does. One does not simply take actions out of pure nothings.

When I woke up from my thoughts, I found my own two feet already standing before my door, my hands by my side. There was a slick black car parked before the garage and I immediately knew that my father was home. My hands slowly touched upon the cold metal of the knob and I momentarily forgot that it could only be unlocked with a key. My hands roamed towards my neck as I pulled out a key, it was slipped into a necklace since I'm not very good in remembering where small details like keys, earrings, ri