Falling Apart by Astrid R (primary phonics books TXT) 📕

It’s the end of school year and summer is near. I can feel the sun how it shone on my chestnut brown hair, how my pinkish-white skin become pinker because of the heat and how my electric-blue eyes sparkled when the sunlight hits me.

Today is the last day of school and that means it’s the last day of suffering. Yeah, I know. I hate to study, I hate listening and followed those bitches teacher’s order and I hate hearing all the gossips about me.

“Christine! Christine! Wait…” I stopped at my track and turned my back. Alia was panting heavily, looking at me with her Alia’s crazy way.

Alia is my bestfriend since were in the wombs of our mothers. Our families were best friends and we grew up together, went to the same school together and we never socialise to other people in our age.  We’re afraid to be bullied and I don’t want Alia to get scared and cry because of those mean people.

“I’ve been calling you at the hall like forever…” she breathes in, “Why aren’t you listening, are you deaf?” she breathes out.

I was looking at her in amusement, trying to hold back my laughter but betrayed me after a minute.

She looked up at me after her breathing back to normal. “What’s funny?” she asked tilted her head in the side and raised an eyebrow.

I hate it when she did that. I’m jealous because I can’t make it. I secretly practice at night in my room to raise an eyebrow but I guess my eyebrows hate me.

I shrugged, placing my straight emotionless face, “Nothing.” I looked around and realised that they were only few students left that hangs around in the campus.

I looked back to Alia and saw her staring at me with sadness and worry in her eyes. She poked me at my right arm, “What’s wrong?” she asked.

I keep muted and walked to the parking lot. She quietly walked beside me and I know that she knew what I was thinking about. We keep walking until we reach the parking lot and searching to my Ferrari 458 Spider.

Alia first spotted my car and we continued walking. “Anyway, I called you earlier down the hall because I want to show you something.”

She pulled her iPhone4s from her purse and punching her passwords on her screen. She slides her hand up and down and pressed her phone screen a couple of times. She handed me her phone, “Here,” I reach to it and gasps leaves from my lips.

I squealed, jumping up and down. “Really?” I asked and didn’t hide my excitement. She nodded and we both squealed and giggled like 5-years-old.

You see, I love Alia in a lot of ways. Though she is childish and acts like a 10-years-old in public, I still love her and I’m proud to call her sister to everyone. She understand me like a mother who cared her daughter, I never felt being pushed by her to an issue that I wasn’t in the mood to talk to. She was always there when I needed someone to talk to. When I’m sad and lonely, we exchanges braces and feelings. In our own-sisterly world, we’re like emo people who always felt like dying from pain and so much stressed but never acted and looked like emo.

In the reality public world, Alia and I are crazier than you can imagine. My brother Bradey always get cranky at us because we always stole his chocolates and his chips. He would shout on us ‘fatty-alty-monster’ and stormed out of the room and tell mum what happened. Bradey’s more like a girl than I am, he’s always sensitive and he gets mad really fast and become snobby. Alia and I called him ‘mad dog’ and we laughed together at that.

Bradey is 4 years older than me and he graduated from high school ages ago. He now lived in New York City and studied business in New York University. My parents never mind whatever course my brother would get as long as he would do something useful in his life.

Alia and I stopped bouncing up and down and control our breathing back to normal. A text from my brother flashed on Alia’s phone, it says ‘Hey Alia, how’s it going? Anyways, I’m coming back home tomorrow evening and I will spend my summer holidays with my crazy-fatty-sisters. :) But hey, don’t tell about this to Christine okay? I want to surprise her.’ My brother doesn’t know that Alia’s loyalty is on my side not his.

We cheerfully walked together to my car and I grab my keys from my purse. I pushed the button and car lights blink into life. I started to open my car door but stopped when someone grab a hold of my hand tightly that hurts my wrist a little.

I looked behind me, horror expression spread on my face and I saw a petite small girl that was same age as mine. She has a pale blonde hair that almost looks like white, freckles where all over on her face and a small scar on her right brow.

I looked down at my wrist – where her hand was still strongly held unto mine. She saw me looking at her hand and she quickly pulled back her hand shakily. Different emotions plastered her beautiful brown eyes. She looks like she wanted to tell me something but it seems like her own body betrayed her. I wanted to hug and comfort her and tell her that everything is going to be alright, but the other part of me wanted to slap her round face for grabbing my wrist tightly and shout at her to back the hell off. Me being a nice person, I decided to act like a real human being who has feelings, “Yes?” I asked, I tilted my head to the side and continued, “Are you alright? Do you need help?”

Her shaking body slowly recovered and back to normal. She nodded and I offered her my friendly real smile, “Okay. What can I do for you sweetheart?” I asked sweetly and she smiled back.

We stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and I thought she is mute and can’t have quick and proper conversation to me, but scratched it when her small voice wakes the dead. “Come with me.” She ordered and I felt like I was being slapped with a bag that full of solid ice.

I hate being ordered by a stranger.

Alia that was seating quietly inside my car got out and looked at me with a question, ‘What’s going on?” I shrugged and shook my head.

The petite girl looked at me in the eyes begging me to come with her. I looked back at Alia and she nodded, at first I don’t want to come and thought that maybe she was just a student that wants to fool around other students like me but then thought back for a second and decided to come with her.

Relieved flashed on her face and she walked before us to lead the way. Alia nudge my side and I know that she want to ask me a question but I cut her blabbering first by nudging her back.

We continued walking and I realised that she was leading us at the old school toilet near in the gym. She entered the door and pointed her thumb to the only cubicle that was closed.

I narrowed my eyebrow and looked at her confuse and curious. Her features was still sad, her looks showed some sympathy and she looked like regretted to bring me here.

I waited impatiently if what this petite girl would do, just then I heard small noises inside the cubicle. Alia and I looked at each other and we exchanges glances, shrugged and curiosity.

Alia walked beside me and whispered on my ear, “What’s that noise?” I shrugged again and we simultaneously looked towards Blondie.

Then again guilt was pictured on her face. I am utterly lost on this event. The noises inside the cubicle become louder and when we take a step a little bit closer to the door, I gasp and so did Alia. It sounded like someone was having sex inside. I want to pull back my ears and walked back to my car but there was something inside me that wanted to stay and see what happen next.

Moans from both side echoed the toilet and a high pitch voice rung into my ears. “Fuck me harder.”

Our gasps turned into shock and the same name was popped out from our mind. RHEA.

Rhea is my first enemy in my entire life. She’s a bitch and always been a bitch to me and to everyone who are richer or either beautiful than her. She slept with every guy in our year and never had a bullet of shame on her butt.

I became popular when I won a singing regional competition. I was representative in our school and my parents, Bradey, Alia and Alia’s parents were there supporting me.

The principal gave me an Award in front of everyone and then the bitch monster came in. She makes a scene and destroyed some of my favourite books. Some guys called her a ‘whore’ but she didn’t mind and continued being a bitch to everyone.

A moan rang again inside the toilet but it was now a guy’s noise. Alia giggled beside me and I elbowed her on her side and when Rhea speaks again, Alia and I froze in our spot. “Ahhh… Roddrick, you are so awesome.”

“Fuck! This is the best sex I’ve ever have this week.” Roddrick said and I felt like dying right now, right here and buried me below the ground afterwards.

I lowered my head and place my hand on the door to support me from falling. And I was surprised when the door opens a little. I thought if someone was having sex they will close the door for some secure but they’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met.

As far as it hurts, I open the cubicle door and two naked bodies connected together and shock of horror showed both of their faces. Roddrick swore under his breath and he quickly pulled up his pants and didn’t bother to put his shirt on.

On the other hand, Rhea found shock in horror across her face but she quickly placed put back her bitchiness again. She saw my hurt expression and she smirks and snorted whilst putting back her clothes on. She walked past me like nothing has ever happen and she kissed Roddrick on the lips saying, “Goodbye Roddrick, see you tonight.” Then she walked outside and disappeared.

I looked back to Roddrick and I felt like crying. But I wasn’t going to show it to him that his betrayal hit me like an arrow stuck on my heart 10 times. I don’t want to look weak in front of him.

He tried to open his mouth but I cut him off with my hand connected on his right face. He cursed while gritted his teeth and he looked back at me