I woke up from my bed, my head was so messed up since that man killed himself. My room was dark, my face covered by just a thin line of light that come of the slightly opened curtains I looked at my closet closely I slowly walked to it, my closet was full of clothes and more clothes but on top of them at side of lamp that for some reason was in my closet, anyways at the side of the lamp there was a shoe box I slowly open it to see the suicide gun.
It was a Beretta 92SB. It was mostly covered by black metal, but it had gold and silver on it, and it wasn't much, but it was enough to made it look cool.
But the most confusing part was that there was a note, which I didn't notice at first because the gun was covering it "Take care of it kid" said the note it had and a F as a signature I was in shock I quickly concluded that it could be my mom or my sister, but the F as a signature didn't make sense.
"Roselle, did you touch my things again?" I said at laud, referring to my little sister, the door opened quickly by my sister I quickly closed the box. She was standing by the door frame, holding a brush stock to her hair doing her hair as always in the morning "Whata fuck are you talking about?" she said with looking at me as if I was something disgusting.
She closed the door, unusually not hard she usually slams the door shut but this wasn't the case, she probably did it so sound can travel through the door. I always mention to my sister how stupid and ugly she is, but I know she isn't stupid.
I got out of my room and walked toward her door that had this pink sticker of a rose, I calmly knocked on her door it took some seconds, so she opened her door "Whata fuck do you want??" she said, my sister was kinda the opposite of me she had straight hair, dark skin, and her personality was… a bit tricky to work with. "Did you touch my things? You have these things of trying boy clothes" I said calmly, I crossed my arms for more seriousness.
"What if I did, would you get mad at me?" she said. She had this psychopathic smile on her face, something that seemed to come from her father. I put on a poker face and got close to her "Whatever you say, tomboy." I turned around to continue walking. For a moment, I saw my mom washing dishes she was slowly brushing the plates, I passed through the living room to get to the kitchen. "Did something happen, Dass?" she said, her tone was gentle it didn't have any actual tone of concern in her voice as it tried to "Nothing just messing with, Rose" I said with giggle, while I opened the fridge in that moment I felt my mom blood rage run through my body as it knew I was the pray of a tiger
"I probably should take a shower before eating something" I said, mom didn't say anything her silence was tense to walk through.
I slowly continue walking to the bathroom that is next door to my room, I wash my face, while I left a heavy breath from my body as an attempt to slow my heart. I knew I had messed up on something "Did she saw the gun? Or did she know I killed someone?" I ask myself, I let another breath out. I look at myself in the mirror, my shaky hands were covering my face.
I walked to the dining table in my school uniform, my sister was eating cereal in her uniform, but she was using the gym uniform from a different school while getting bites from her cereal and aggressively pressing the buttons on her toy, making a monkey of a small pixels jump. I was in a world where I could only find my thoughts, my eyes were cold looking at my sister, asking myself what was going to happen? She looked "What??" she said with an attitude "Dlatan" I hear with a laud tone I instantly looked at my mom "Yeah?"
"Here's your sandwich," I said looking at the sandwich in her hand. "Oh," I said, getting close to take the sandwich. "I imagine it's time," I said with a smile, and adjusted my backpack.
I walked to the exit door with a smile on my face, but it disappeared when I closed the door. I start walking to school it usually takes me about 9 minutes to get there. After I get out of this multitude of trailers, I get to a road with a sidewalk where, if you walk straight it could take you to my school. The road was surrounded by a forest, it was rare to see any cars pass by you could see more yellow buses pass. My steps were slow as I was carefully hiding from something, but it was just my mind out of nowhere, I heard "OOooh Wuoh" as if imitating a wolf a boy on a bicycle passed by as he screamed "Oooh Wuoh" I instantly stopped as other boy pass by, then I saw him he was this dark brown haired boy, usually pale, small lips, with a straight nose and tall as, he had this blue eyes that glance at me while he was riding his bicycle he pass by me but stop more at the front, he look at his back "Hi Dara" he said extending his hand and shaking it. I walk quickly to him "Clark? Why so early today?" I said, he moved his bike at my speed, "I should be asking that, you are the one early Darara" he said genuinely, I stood confused "I imagine you don't want a ride today" he said ready to ride out "Wait" I said genuinely fast that was left as a gasp.
"Give me a ride" I said as he looked back, he didn't say anything and continued pedaling, not fast, nor slow. I started running toward him when I was at his speed. I jumped onto his stand, which was on his backward wheel and I strongly held to his shoulder.
Clark started speeding up to catch up with his friends, he stood out of his paddle to gain more power, I quickly grabbed him from his waist seconds after he set down again, and my hands passed to his shoulder. "We catch them up" he said a bit out of breath, then I saw the two guys. Ruben and Cecil, Cecil is a dark-skinned guy with an afro that looks like a puffball. He had this long-sleeved, white, cultural shirt and some navy blue pants, holding a handbag instead of a backpack. Ruben, is a blonde dude who is always in sweatpants, and every day he has a different colored hoodie. I only know the dude because in my Spanish class, he usually asks me for the work, which is weird because he always asks in Spanish in a Spanish class.
"Nice to meet yaa" Cecil said while pedaling he had one hand to his back, supporting his handbag his other hand was moving while talking "Dara, right?" he didn't wait for me to say yes. He continued "You are the art boy, from 4-0-2" he said. For a moment I stood in silence, I didn't understand what he meant
"Ohh, you are on the football team" I said when I realized what he meant, probably a year ago when there was competition in the art classroom to make a painting or drawing that represented our football team. I won the competition, I just made a drawing of the football I thought that they represented the football because they are the ones playing it. It was a year ago, some of them were senior so they aren't school anymore, but when they were they treated me well something as friend but I was always in those moments.
"Yeah, I was" Cecil said after Ruben interrupted "He was, but he broke the coach's daughter heart, so now he eez running." Ruben said with a very thick castilian accent "If I'm running, I'm running with style, you cunt" Cecil said I just heard Clark chuckle "You're so cute when you get mad" Ruben said pedaling out speed us Cecil grabbed the handlebar of his bike before looking back "See you there" he said for a moment I thought he was talking at me but Clark responded "Yeah, man, next time I'm winning" Cecil look down and up as he were judging but he eyes were just sad "Yeah, yeah wherever" he said speeding up.
After that we got to the school, the entry was full of students walking in, Clark just stopped and I dropped down we didn't tell each other goodbye or anything I just continued walking to the entry as a casual. Clark had to go to the back of the school, usually to leave his bike, and because most of his friends would gather there until the first bell rang. I just eat something at the cafeteria or walk straight to class.
The time passed by as a friend, in my first and second class I usually don't do much in my third class is more distracting because of a girl called Carrie, she is the vice president of the student committee, something like the cool kids of the school, that word could describe her, cool, probably beautiful, and confusing. The third bell rang most of the students stood up, the teacher dressed in a suit "Well guys yall can go and get your stuff" he said on a casual tone he had his hand in his pocket, something that annoyed me and confused me. When most of the students left and got my sandwich and walked out of class until I was out of school.
I usually sit on the stone bench outside of school, I see students pass by going to get some fast food from nearby restaurants. I took a bite of my sandwich, and bites, then I felt something sour in my mouth I slowly opened up the sandwich, looking for some pickles "Eww, what's this?" I said confused my mom would never put pickles in my sandwich, she knows… in that moment I saw a man in black, he was sitting on the bench to my side.
I looked around and slowly took the pickles off my sandwich when I looked back at my side, he was walking toward me. He was a tall man with brown hair, and he had a mustache that seemed disorganized, he was wearing a black coat and a hanging handbag. When he was in front of me, the handbag randomly opened. A lot of paper and folders fell in front of me. I quickly looked down "Oh god, what a disaster!" The man in black said he squatted down to start picking them up I myself started to help him I slowly picked some paper when I looked at a folder one specific with my name on it "Dlatan Kal" I slowly walked my hand to the folder and picked it up