"Kriiiiiing."
I heard my alarm rang on the table, I groan to myself. Reaching over, I turned off the alarm and roll out of my bed.
The knot in my stomach grows with each step to the bathroom, by the time I start to the shower, it's nearly unbearable.
My stomach began to rumble, I walk down the stairs and I made my way over to the kitchen. I began to rummage through my fridge and took a carton of cereal and a bottle of milk out for my breakfast.
I put my bag over my shoulder, made my way out the door to go to school. I entered the classroom and sat at my desk by the last row.
Mr. Aaron begins the class, right in the middle of Mr. Aaron explaining our reading list, the door opens and I rolled my eyes. "Again." I say under my breath.
She grudgingly made her way towards her desk next to me. Before she even got to sit down, Mr. Aaron called her out.
"Rose Peter, care to explain why you're late for the third time this week?" Mr. Aaron asked, tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk.
She took in a deep breath of air. "Mr. Aaron, I overslept this morning." She lowly says, digging her nails into her flesh.
Mr. Aaron was already writing down a detention slip for her. She took it out of his hand, she shoved it into her back pocket.
She trudged her way towards her seat and set down in her seat.
I stayed quiet for the rest of the class. I turn to see her, and I don't know why, she always seem fight not to sleep through our classes.
A lot of our classmates who continuously mocked her worn-out clothes.
"That is all for today, I will see you at Wednesday," Mr. Aaron says.
Once the bell rang, kids filed out of the classroom quickly, I gathered all my stuff, shoving it in my bag.
I received a call. My phone vibrated againts my desk, picking up the phone. "Hello?." I heard the cabinets open and close from the other line. "Honey, mom and dad have to go to London to see new projects there over the next few months. Take care at home, if something goes wrong call us."
I sighed, "ok." I hung up on my mom, lying my head flat on top of the surface of my desk. "Mom, dad. Did you guys forget that today is my birthday?," I muttered under my breath, my uncontrollable tears didn't stop.
Suddenly, I felt an arm around my shoulder, pulled me in close. "Happy birthday." A whisper so low. I stared up at a pair of Rose's black eyes, as she was wiping away my tears that were trailing down on my cheek.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
She gave me a small smile and nodded. "Don't be sad," and then she got up from her sit, "good bye, see you tomorrow." She waved me goodbye before heading out of the classroom.
I ended up decided got up from my sit, I walked hurriedly to catch up her. "Rose." I called her in hallways were deadly quite this afternoon, creating an echo.
Rose stared up at me, "Anna, what happened?" before she giving me a small smile.
"Do you have a ride home?." I asked her. She shook her head, "I walk."
"Let me give you a ride."
"Are you sure?" she asked me. "Yes, of course." I assured, walking out of the building to enter the parking lot. Let out a beep when I unlocked the car. I set into the driver's seat while Rose took the passenger seat.
I pulled the car of the parking lot, driving down the street. I couldn't help but notice the silent tension that was built up against us two. I cleared my throat awkwardly, "thank you." I said, keeping my focus on the road.
She turning her head slightly to my face, "for what?". She asked.
"Thank you for congratulated me on my birthday." I muttered, she nodded.
"Where do you live?" I asked her.
"21 Heaven Town."
I pulled up to the driveway of her house, rolled down the window. I studied her house for a long moment, "are you kidding me?". I raised my an eyebrow, turning my head at her.
She shook her head, "no, I live here."
My eyes raked over her, up and down, still unbelievable how extravagant Rose's house was. Her home is so magnificent it is far different from her simple even shabby appearance.
"I live with my foster parents." Her voice so quiet and weak.
"When I was seven, my mother turned to drinking, she comes home every night completely drunk and cranky, until she decided to suicide after learning that my father chose to live with another woman. After my mother's funeral, Mr. Paul came to my house and said that he was my mother's friend and he would take care of me."
She stared down at her nails. She paused, sighing. "All this time, I woke up early each morning, cooked and cleaned for the family, prepare dinner, do the dishes, and then go to bed, wake up, and start all over again the next day. They never considered me as anything other than a housekeeper, and of course, their personal maid." She laughed dryly at her own suffer.
"Why did my mother choose to suicide and leave me alone? , does she not feel the pain of seeing my current plight?," as she looked up towards the blue sky.
"You're the most powerful woman I've ever met." I paused, "let's be friend." I smiled.
She gave me back a smile and nodding slowly, "of course."
She got out of my car, closing the door, and walking towards her foster parents house.
Every problem has a solution, suicide is not the right choice to solve the problem, perhaps even creating a new one for our loved ones.