CHAPTER 3 (MEMORIES)

I unusually woke up pretty early today. I don’t know why but I had a hard time sleeping last night. “Was it because my parent’s death anniversary is coming? No~ there's still 5 more months to go."

I was brought back from my daze when Merry's voice rang into my ears. “Madame, breakfast is served” she informed me. I normally prepare my breakfast every day since I don’t know when these people will betray me but today … I don’t even feel like attending any of my classes or doing something productive.

I know I just started yesterday but … all of a sudden … I feel like …“Ah~ nevermind. They’re already dead. Crying and minding the pain won’t bring them back to life."

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I know I said I wanted to be a famous lyricist and a successful coffee shop owner, but I still enrolled myself in the school of multimedia arts at Saint Vincent. Even though my father was the president of the country, he is also a well-known artist. And his paintings saved my life before. And I want to do the same. I want my paintings, drawings, arts to reach those people in darkness.

I was often bullied back when I was in elementary because they were all jealous of me since all the teachers love me, even the principal treats me like his own, but it is not because my father was the president but because I do well in school. I aced all my test, win all quiz bees and math quiz competitions, I am also athletic, many people say I have the looks, and because of me, our school became popular due to the rumors that the president’s daughter which is me, is a popular star student in Saint Mary and my accomplishments reflect the school's reputation.

All my classmates and schoolmates started to hate me. They call me names, hit me, attacked me, I almost got killed because they pushed me down the river from the bridge that one time. I was ready to give up my life back then because I don’t want to become a burden and a disgrace to our family. But then, my father and mother heard the news and they immediately took action. I was sent to the hospital and was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. All students who bullied me were expelled and their parents were fired by the company where they’re working.

My anxiety and depression started to get worse, but then my dad welcomed me inside the locked door which I called his secret door. Behind it was full of colorful paintings, but some are dark and scary. My father told me about all the stories behind each painting and drawing, like, why did he paint it, his motivations, the meaning of each line, and I was moved.

“Snoe, sometimes, life will damage you around till you can no longer bear it, but sooner or later, you will realize that you’re not just a survivor. You’re a warrior, and you’re stronger than anything life throws your path."

With what my father said I was stunned and started to think deep. “My father is right. I am stronger than this! I’m no WEAK! No~ I'm no longer that WEAK Snoe that everyone bullies!"

After my conversation with my father. I also tried my best to cure myself from this anxiety and depression and soon I saw myself doing well and went back to do all the things I love again. And I’ve become stronger than before, but happiness doesn't last forever, everything has its limits ... and before I knew it I was back to square one.

“M-mom? D-dad? … MOOOOM!!! DAAAAD!!! SOMEONE!!! HEEELP!!”

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“Madame? … Madame? … Madame Snoe? … MADAME SNOE!”

“h-huh? Yes?”

“Sir Ling is ready to drive you to school”

“N-no, I can drive myself to school”

“But I’m afraid with your state right now, you might put yourself in danger. So, please allow Sir Ling to drive just for today”

“Fine~”

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"And so that’s all for today. Let’s continue our discussion next meeting. And please, don’t forget to pick yourself a partner for your midterm project in Arts. That’s all, have a good day”

The whole class went berserk after hearing about the project. Since this is a school of multimedia arts class, this project sure is a big deal to them. But for me, it’s not. My imagination is broad, and my creativity level is in par with those well-known professional artists that's why I am not bothered if I were to do this project alone. And I am not that close with everyone in this class, I never even had a conversation with anyone in this school except for Guinevere and Ezekiel whom I met on my first day in Saint Vincent.

But life sure is full of surprises ...

"I want you to be my partner in this project, Ms. Snoe. And I won't take "NO" for an answer"

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