HIM ALL ALONG

and when my system adjusted fully to the cockerel's hour without a sound of an alarm, but I continually look up to it. Waking up and leaving the

ond past my pick-up time at the bus stop. They are disciplined en

ent on how they looked forward to knowing me, the student, being told of by the previous driver. This mad

ch a place. The dwellers think so too. They stand in the same awe expression when the bus passed by every morning. It is indeed warming to see the luxurious school bus driving throug

he is a classmate. Only a worthy brain can make

ly entertains me with scenes too. His sister who looks younger stands with him at the gate of their old model bungalow waiting for the arrival of the bus. She doesn't go to D'Caprias but she appears happier than the fortunate brother. On the sig

it is safer to be picked up at home but I insist on walking to the bus stop. Although my parents agree with it, they helped to talk them off. They und

Those who join the school bus are mostly considered scholarship students. I wouldn't mind attending a less expensive school e

labeled a scholarship student disregarding how much he studied for it, he is as good as nothing. Neverthel

tling right beside me. I stopped wondering for a long time why he never gets tired of his same gestures towards me when all I could offer him is my emotionless stares. I

is still on the bed,

t is a non-exis

ept in my family where I struggle to live

is famous among national heal

ill admit it is one of the wealthiest in the country, if not the wealthiest

e, to his office every morning. Yet, he does. The only vacation he takes off the office is that of a

a machine, that would be my father who never breaks down to tiredness or sickness. He has never visite

never asked, I don't find it relevant. One thing I know is that all the family's hospitals under her care as the owner and t

f every living person but here I am, liv

I care

ents and siblings have appeared on every media screen over a billion times and still counting without me. As

o paparazzo has blindly ruined my hide. Sometimes, I'd believe Mr.

on and phone screen, but he is also popular among the country's ladies. I'd listen to all the talks of girls with his

ce. He is handsome too. Why wouldn't he be? He is the only son eager and ready to spend the family's money and that is one

mself to the bathroom and dress his ass to school. He will be graduating in the next three months. I

s anonymous life of mine, I need neither my elder brother nor younger sister in the picture. We are on

om. He drives his expensive car to school whereas, I walk out of the house to the farthest bus stop to take the school bus. His luxurious lifestyle

edia camera secretly following me like they do follow my brother buzzing for answers whenever my parents hit the headline. I am still on the quest to know how my brother has the right answer to their questions

as woken up before me again to get my lunch pack ready and make me drink a cup of milk as breakfast. I don't mind getting this

oy" comes her voic

y handed me the

e old woman the whole day when I was told by my brother that she refused to taste a thing saying she would punish hersel

verfed myself at the school's cafe

I had such a terrible night after she made me eat breakfast, lunch, and dinne

ing G

he glass for I was in no mood to taste

n she supported the glass wit

drink up, drink

p my dad in his room one morning after he arrived from a business trip. She knew my dad would come down again to go to work the next day, so she woke up earlier to lock him up, demanding he take a day off to rest. Despite how cold my da

in my bag as well. I ended up calling her Granny sinc

" she said while ad

e proud, the feeling is mutual. I have this special relationship with her. She pays keen attention to my mood and most times, sin

nd I in the kitchen when I helped with the dishes, talking and laughing. I know I saw

ly do not get jealous of each other. She must have been touched"

everything. Yes, everything. He might have laid down a lot of people in his life but he has never hurt me. He cares for me just like he is ob

orning joggers swiftly passed me and I turned to them wondering if they feel the warmth of the morning as they jog too. "I should jog sometimes"....I thought. It might improv

in his eyes sent his thoughts to me in an instant. I do not blam

s like my brother wake to corrupt it with their noises. It is never no

as an accident or...when I saw two hefty guys with face masks jump out of the van. One swiftly placed something over my mouth and nose be

ghts and fears. I shook hard to free myself; I could fight until my last strength. The countless quake of my body was a failure, the grip was tight and whatever