by Catalina
Chapter One
The eyes in my brain bulged. I couldn't believe my ears. Here I am sitting in this car, sitting in this cranky BMW, heading to high school with two primary scholars. I've took too much notice of their endless chatting, until today...
I can tell you one thing for sure, I never like this nanny car. That's what we called it, a car which takes us to school everyday, just like a nanny. So what if it's a BMW, I still hate it. It's old cranky and uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact that I've to share the backseat with two kids, whom are definitely not thin. Okay, they aren't that fat, but it's not that they are stick insect, it they are, I won't be complaining. And a loudspeaker at my ears blaring disgusting music. This is not a dream ride.
I looked at the two kids beside me. They were so lucky. They never complained.
Everything was satisfying with them. They could chat all the way to school
non-stop, unaware of the things around them.
I didn't know much about them. They
were in primary school and I'm in high school, how much would I know?
They were cute kids. Not those bratty
one. One was kind of chubby. She's the one who could chat up with anyone. The
other was more of the quite type, a good listener; she lived on an island, I
learned that from my dirver.
I was bored to hell again today,
trying to shut out the terrible music, I concentrated on their
conversation.
The chubby one asked, "Why don't you buy something to eat at Mickey D's if
you are hungry after school?"
"I can't," said the fairer
one. I thought she looks like an angel with a tan.
"Why?" Questions. Kid's key
to knowledge.
"My mommy has no money in her
wallet." This was getting interesting.
"Your mommy has no money in her
wallet?" she asked. Out of curiosity, or child's ignorance? Anyway, the
other one shook her head. Oh yeah. I think her name was Mable, the fairer one. I
remember the chubbier girl calling her that.
"Do you know where my dad spend
all the money?" Mable asked. I braced myself for something terrible. I
imagine gambling, etc.
"Where?" Kids were so
innocent.
"He took all the money to buy
beer. So Mommy doesn't have any." So I was right. But given it to me, I
wouldn't be telling this to anyone. This was how I deal with these things.
"Huh?"
"I hate going into the kitchen.
Everytime I go to the kitchen, mommy and daddy would be fighting. They are
always fighting and screaming at each other. I hate it. Now, I like my room
best. It's quite in there." Yes, I thought, detached from
everything.
"I like my room best, too.'
The chubby one said. She probably knew nothing about the suffer Mable was going
through. She wouldn't know that when a husband uses all the money on drinking,
it means he went home drunk, when he's drunk, he's going to let it out on
someone, and that's usually his wife, or even his children. 'I like reading in
my room. It's so warm and cozy in there." I right, she didn't get it.
Fourth-grader, she wouldn't know. Not her, anyway.
If the case wasn't so bad here, I
would have laugh at the chubby girl's ignorance. But right now, I felt helpless,
not knowing what to say. I looked out of the window, biting back my tears, the
sun blinding my eyes.
I'm glad that I an not the one
chatting to Mable. Just the one who's eavesdropping.
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