The Only Girl In Worst Section Ep. 1: Trouble Maker

Dad

Trouble, trouble, always trouble! When will you ever settle down, huh, Ashlyn?!

My dad's voice boomed, echoing through the living room. His eyes, narrowed and burning with a mixture of frustration and disappointment, felt like lasers drilling into my soul.

I flinched, my head dropping as if weighed down by the heavy silence that followed his outburst. It was the same scene, played out again and again, like a broken record stuck on repeat. He had just gotten off the phone with the principal of my latest university, the one I was about to be kicked out of.

The stench of burnt coffee lingered in the air, a reminder of the sleepless night I had just endured. The taste of bile rose in my throat as I imagined the whispers behind my back, the judgmental stares of classmates, the disappointment in my parents' eyes.

I felt like a weight was pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with a sense of hopelessness. How many universities have I been through now? Each time, the same story: trouble, suspension, and the bitter sting of failure.

Mom

Ashlyn, honey. What really happened this time? Why are you suddenly being kicked out of your new university again? Tell us, explain it to us, please.

My mom's voice, usually so gentle and soothing, was laced with a brittle edge that cut through me like a knife. Her eyes, usually bright and twinkling, were now clouded with a deep, unsettling worry.

The silence in the room was thick and suffocating, pressing down on me with the weight of a thousand unspoken accusations. I swallowed hard, the knot in my throat tightening.

Ashlyn Torres

Mom, dad, it's not what you think,

I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a familiar flush of shame washing over me.

Dad

Not what we think? Then what is it, Ashlyn?

My dad's voice was a low growl, the anger barely contained. I could see the vein in his forehead pulsing, a visible testament to his rising frustration. The air in the room is crackled with tension, thick and heavy, almost tangible.

I wanted to explain, to tell them the truth, but the words seemed to get stuck in my throat. The familiar sting of disappointment, a feeling that had become a constant companion, burned in my chest. I could feel the weight of my parents' expectations, a heavy burden I seemed destined to carry. How could I explain the chaos within, the turmoil that seemed to follow me wherever I went?

My dad shook his head, his shoulders slumping in a way that spoke volumes of his disappointment. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, a tangible weight pressing down on me. Mom's smile, a thin, bitter line across her lips, was a stark contrast to her usual warm, comforting presence.

My chest tightened, a suffocating wave of despair washing over me. I took a deep breath, a shaky sigh escaping my lips.

Dad

This is your last university, Ashlyn! And if you don't straighten up, you're going to Australia. Do you understand?

My dad's voice, usually warm and comforting, was now sharp and cold, his words a harsh slap across my face. I could see the anger simmering in his eyes, the flames of frustration flickering beneath the surface.

Dad

You'll be attending Xavier University, starting now. I've already taken care of all the paperwork. Your Uncle Leon is handling everything. You understand?

My dad's voice was laced with a steely determination, leaving no room for argument or debate.

The weight of his decision, the unspoken ultimatum, pressed down on me. It was a final chance, a last resort.

After everything, my dad left without a word to my mom. The slam of the front door echoed through the house, a final punctuation mark to the heavy silence that had settled around us. A bitter smile touched my lips. I knew it. This was all my fault.

What was I thinking? Why did I even bother with those idiots? My life would have been so much simpler if I had just kept my head down, stayed out of trouble. Now, my future was hanging by a thread, the consequences of my actions looming over me like a dark cloud. The sting of regret, a sharp, painful reminder of my own recklessness, burned in my chest.

Mom

It's okay, sweetheart. Let's just give your dad a little time to cool down. I know his anger will pass. For now, just try to be good, alright?

Mom said, her voice a soothing balm against the storm brewing within me. I could feel her warm hand on my back, a reassuring weight against the knot of anxiety in my stomach. I nestled closer to her, the familiar scent of her lavender perfume a comforting anchor in the turbulent sea of emotions.

That night, my body felt heavy as Furthermore, I walked to my room. I don't think I can face Dad yet. I still don't have the courage to face him after all the stupid things and embarrassment I caused in front of him and Mom. I can still see the wide eyes of Dad, the furrowed brow of Mom, and the coldness in their voices.

I slumped onto my soft bed, the plush blanket enveloping me like a comforting hug. But no matter how soft the bed, the irritation wouldn't go away. I angrily pulled at my own hair, each tug felt like a self-reprimand for my stupidity.

Ashlyn Torres

Fvck! I'm such an idiot! Why did I even bother with those jerks?

Shouted at myself, also angry with myself. My voice, even in a whisper, echoed in the quiet room.