My husband Herauez opened up to me, "Finally you're up. I thought you would be late for the office again.
I gave him a quick smile and sat down on the chair in front of him. I started to say something, but he interrupted me with a harsh tone, "I'm sorry, boss, it was Sunday yesterday. Anime updated ---" I couldn't continue anything.
He looked at me seriously and said, "You're too talkative; just hurry up and eat because you will take a bath, right?"
My chest began to ache slightly right away, but I shouldn't have told him that. I immediately grin and laugh. I responded, "Yes, boss... I'm sorry," and when I saw that he was paying attention to his food, I turned around and took a shaky breath.
I looked at my mother-in-law as soon as I felt her hand.
Her pity for me is evident in her expression.
I grinned at her right away. I doubtfully ask, "Aunt Grace, are you the one who cooks for us, Mom?"
Harauez was staring at me when I realized it, and he remarked, "When did you start calling her aunt and mom? You should call her madam or ma'am; I guess you forgot that you could be here in our house because mommy is training you," which irritated me.
My chest started to tighten up right away.
I'm to blame. Why am I feeling this way?
I silently inhaled deeply.
"She can call me whenever she wants, and anyway, I love her like my own child. Didn't I tell you that you don't have the right to talk to Rachel in that manner because she isn't here for you?" replied Mom Grace to her son Harauez.
I quietly took a long breath to relax myself while Mom Grace clutched my hand.
My dear Harauez's fervent grin caught my attention. Ez snarled, "Fine, I'm sorry, okay,"
I started crying as soon as I saw his face.
He evolves; the Ez I first met has changed.
Mommy Lucy had a firm hold of my hand.
I quickly brushed away the tears that were streaming down my face.
Ez was glaring at me as I turned to face her.
I grinned at him right away. My spouse Ez offered me a chance to feel better by saying, "I'm sorry for hurting you; I didn't mean to hurt you, Rachel; I'm sorry, I didn't know you were sensitive."
You forgot since you already know that it's only the result of a negative event.
As soon as he looked up and grinned, I knew it. I laughed, "It's nothing, boss,"
I was worse than you before the two of us got together.
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Dated January 20, 3011, Page 1
Hi.
Rachel is who I am.
an author.
an artist.
A Cook.
an Alien...
Did I just say alien?
Well, I'm unique in comparison to everyone.
I immediately stopped writing and looked at our art appreciation teacher, who said, "Ms. Luriam, your mind is flying again."
flying once more in my head?
Is my mind flying?
Do minds actually fly?
Why do my thoughts race?
I apologetically responded, "I'm sorry, Miss Fel," and gulped as I saw Henry staring at me. I didn't look at him since it made me feel bad.
Henry gave me a glance.
Did he give me a look?
Did he give me a look?
Do you know, omg?
Henry is my favorite guy. We're both in senior high school now, but I've had a crush on him since junior high school.
Henry is tall, trim, attractive, and occasionally only has his spectacles on, but that's what I appreciate best about him. He was simply silent.
He doesn't like me, though.
due to his desire for Aviana.
Aviana raised her hand and inquired earnestly, "Miss Fel, what if... I'm the one who drew the picture that I'll send. Do I need references?"
I sighed at once.
That is unknown to me.
It's ok though; heaven doesn't require that.
"I hope everyone is able to draw," I muttered grudgingly.
I aspire for everyone to be gifted like Aviana.
Everyone, I hope you know.
"If your drawing is your original idea, I don't require Aviana; but, if you got the idea from the internet, you should cite your sources," said Miss Fel with a smile.
Oh, and you still need to add your concept if you just got it from the internet, tch!
I'm going to stop torturing myself.
I looked at Aviana and grinned right away.
When she spoke, there was no artistry.
That's how I just feel something annoying, but there's not enough to make me mad at her because Henry likes her, so maybe it's late.
Henry, does he like her?
Henry doesn't like me, then.
once more.
"Ms. Luriam, how about you? Do you have any suggestions?"
I looked at Miss Grace and grinned broadly, immediately startled.
Do I have a thought?
Exists one?
I am clueless.
Miss Fel came over and I scratched my forehead and said, "Yes, ma'am," which made me take a long breath.
Batman has to decide.
Superman.
Wonder woman.
The wonder pets should decide.
"pfft....".
I turned to face the man behind me right away.
Exactly what is funny?
What is amusing?
"What amuses you, Harauez?" In shock, I asked him, clinging to the chair's back.
He quickly grinned and shook his head.
Nothing?
Nothing comical?
Why are you laughing, I wonder?
Are you truly insane?
Are you insane?
"Because you don't have any drawing skills, do you? Hahahaha... Why didn't you simply tell Ms that so she wouldn't anticipate it?" He put his palm on my head and said it bluntly.
What if I don't have it?
Will I pass away because of that?
Are those conditions heavenly?
No?
Oh, well, even if I don't know, it's not like it's not okay.
I chuckled and replied, "Eh, so what? Ah! Try it, Harauez, as long as it's better for a man when he's not gossipy," and then I grinned at him.
Be quiet. Harauez, I'm not pleased with you.
I'm not happy, yes.
Annoying.
He grinned and replied, "Ah, that's correct, if that's what you said."
"Okay," I replied.
You might not have declined.
Maybe it was your voice and not mine that said it.
I said, "Good," and moved away when I heard his smirk.
Crazy?
Or perhaps he likes me?
That is not feasible.
Nobody else has the desire to like me other than Henry.
Miss Fel exclaimed cheerfully, "Okay, class is dismissed! See you on Monday, everyone." She then gathered her things and exited the room.
Alright!
Harauez questioned when I took my seat, "Are you going home already, Rachel?"
I haven't left for home yet.
What's driving me home?
Morning still reigns.
My parents were informed of my late-night arrival.
How did they learn?
My class ends in the afternoon, but I obviously go home in the evening.
I answered, "Yes, why?" as I put my possessions in my bag.
"Ah, is that accurate? okay?" Shun said before he began to move.
Huh?
Okay?
Why is that?
Okay, may I go home now?
Why is that?
I said, "Okay," loud enough for him to hear.
yet not exactly 'Okay'
How is it acceptable?
Why is that?
Will that pass away?
Or get abducted now?
Okay, you must use caution.
Are you alright?
What now?
I am unable to speculate.