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Well, hello there
I bet you want to know how I'm here at this point. With Cupid's severed head under my foot, whipped cream and gummy bears all over my hair. Okay, that might be a little overwhelming--- For you to understand what just happened, we'll have to go back 5 months ago, wayyy back when I didn't even know who I was, or..
*what* I was ? (I don't know)
Alright, I'm not really good at this (as you can see) but I know we wouldn't want to dwell too long in the introduction, do we ? So let's just start now.
Here we go.
My name is Venneta Czhrovankohv. Most people prefer not to *try* pronouncing my last name. They just shortened it to "Miss Vankohv" or "Miss Kohv". But all my friends call me "Ven". (Not that I have many friends anyway..) It's not like I was happy with my life before.. those things happened to me. But things are definitely more hostile after.. Ah, well, we're not up to that part yet. Let me reintroduce myself.
My name is Venneta Czhrovankohv. Most people call me "Ven". Right now I'm in my 9th year of junior high. School is.. not pretty, that's for sure. For the past 9 years, I've switched schools 9 times. Yup, everyyy year. I don't even know why I still try when I basically "fail / got kicked out" every year. My grandma is really nice for making me try again and again. (Even though, I'd really prefer to just be homeschooled instead) She tried. And that's all that matters to me.
My grandma from my father's side, that is. I don't really know a lot of things about "mom" or anyone from her side of the family, really. I've never met her. And dad always try to evade questions about her every time I asked. He can't possibly answer my questions about her anymore, though. Now that he's gone.
...
Which is why I'm living with Grams now. A cute nickname I picked up for my grandma after living with her for a while. Am I sad for dad's death ? Yes. Very much. I missed him. A lot. His smile. His laugh. His eyes and how they looked like mine. But I try not to let it effect me. Grams had a hard time after he... Yeah. I tried really hard to be the strong one. Grams is fragile enough already, with her back problems, tremors, and worrying about finding me a new school each year. She's had enough. That's for sure.
I just really wished they had found the murderer. Oh, yea, I forgot to tell you this bit. My father was murdered. By who, you may ask ? Who knows ? The police gave up after they couldn't find any lead in 3 months. A bit lazy, I'd say. That was a life gone. A soul gone. Most importantly, that was my father's life gone. I hate things like this. It just isn't fair. Shouldn't they search for justice when someone's life went flying just like that ??! It was simply unfair. How his eyes --which looked just like mine-- used to be sparkling in this deep black abyss. And then, it was *just* a black abyss. Cold, dark, and no sign of life in it. Its spark went flying, gone. Just like his life did.
I still remember it vividly in my brain. It's basically embedded in my mind. His eyes empty with no sign of sparks, his body cold and stiff as the blood stopped circulating, his mouth a bit agaped, as if asking for 'help'. And the one detail I could never forget. The giant hole in his chest. Where his heart was ripped out. This caused the police to conclude a mad animal had attacked him. But I don't buy that. Not even a little. He was a city guy. He'd never go to a forest, where his body was found. Why would he be there ? Someone must have lured him. And I saw the body myself. An animal could never make a cut that clean. That's no animal. This is someone with a clear intent of killing my dad. Moretheless, this isn't the first case either. I've done some research, and there's at least 70 dead bodies, with the same mark, a hole in the chest, heart ripped out, going way back since the 1970s. Why aren't they suspecting these things more ? How could they just stand still when there's injustice in front of them ? Whoever is doing this will pay for it. I'll make sure of that.
"Hey !!", a girl with brown curly hair slammed the table in front of me, stopping my train of thought. "You're still looking for clues for your father's death ?" This is Brier, by the way. My one and only friend. (I know, I'm pathetic) We became friends after I saw her being treated unfairly by one of my classmates. They're treating her like a joke. Those bullies. All because of her leg condition, which caused her to walk a little funny, but I don't mind that. Not gonna lie, at first, I befriended her merely because I felt bad and took pity of her, but now, after spending a semester together, she's kind of cool, I guess.
"Hellooo ?? Earth to Ven ? You still here ?", the girl beside the table asked. "Ah, yea, sorry, you know me, I'm still trying to find more evidence to find my dad's murderer." Brier sighed, "I knowww, I understand that you really cared for him and want to get him the justice he deserved. But class is starting soon and you know you really can't afford being late again when you're already *this* -- Brier gestured two of her fingers into a pinch with a slight space between them -- close to getting expelled !!" I groaned, rolling my eyes, "I know that, okay ? I was just trying to get more information from this crappy computer !! It lags often, and it took like 5 minutes to load a picture ! Why can't our school's library afford better computers ??" Brier's eyes cautiously looking over left and right, "You know, you're not supposed to use computers too long. It could..."
I've heard this a lot. "Yea, I know, it could hurt my eyes or something.."
Though by the look in her face, I suspect there's a bigger reason to that.
Brier smiled faintly, "Yea, that. You don't want to disappoint your grandma now do you ? You were doing so well ! Come on, before we're late to class."
I took one last glance at the computer and turned it off, "Yea, you're right. Better not risk it." Brier looked relieved by my response, looking left and right once more before replying, "Yea, let's get to class."
I thought this would be the end of it. We would get to class on time, and everything would be alright.
Boy, was I sooo wrong.
We were walking in the hall, just a turn to the right and we'll arrive at our class on time. But of *course*, nothing could go right in my life. Cassidy and her group blocked our way, right before we turned right, causing us to fall backwards. Cassidy is one of the bullies that I mentioned. She thinks she could get anything she want, just because she's the cheerleader captain and her boyfriend is our school's rugby team captain. What a bunch of narcissistic idiots. I quickly stood up and helped Brier back on her feet. Cassidy and Darren (her boyfriend) just stood there and stared at us, obviously holding back a snicker.
Ugh. I hate those looks on their faces. "Just what is wrong with you ?!" I was frustrated and Cassidy let out a sinister giggle, flailing her hand around Darren's shoulder, "What do you think ? Your reactions are cute to watch. You two *really* think you deserve to stay in this school ? I don't even know how or why the principal let you in." Just what is she yapping about. "I have no idea what you mean, and honestly I do not care. Get out of my way. We're late." Cassidy just laughed and gave us a disgusted look, "Awh, you really don't know ? I heard you got moved out from your last school because you stabbed a kid on the eye. You clearly have mental issues or something.. It's not safe for someone like you to stay with us *normal* people."
Jeez, how did they even know about these things ? Plus, that kid deserved it anyway for talking shit about my dad. He had it coming. "Ha. Ha. Oh, well, we're late and I'd rather you just lecture me about my mental issues on another day. Thank you." I let out a forced smile , sprinkle in some passive-agressiveness there. Cassidy stood still and rolled her eyes, "And don't even get me started with that r*t*rded bitch, with her weird looking hairy legs" Oh, you did not just say that. They can insult me all they want but *no one* could insult my friend. I stepped forward to send out a retort but Brier seemed to notice this, "Don't. It's not worth it. It's okay, really. I'm kind of used to it by now." What does that even supposed to mean ? No one should ever get used to something like this. The next thing I know, I lunged forward and slapped Cassidy on her pretty face. I slapped her hard. My hand felt swollen from it. But her face looked worse. Way worse. It was worth it. Totally.
What I didn't seem to think of was that Darren, her 6'5 muscular gigantic boyfriend was standing right next to her, looking furious and ready to kill me. Oh boy. This is going to hurt. Darren picked me up by my throat, then threw me to the ground. It hurts. God it hurts everywhere. My throat. My back. My head. My vision went blurry and for a second there, when I saw my reflection on the window's glass. It almost looked like my eyes were.. glowing ? Great. Now I'm hallucinating too.
Darren's coming right here and all I could do was just to lay there, feeling weak and defenseless. As a last sort of defense, I pushed him when he got near me. To my surprise, Darren was.. actually thrown to the floor ?? What ? How could this possibly happen ? Despite our huge difference in weight, I was also feeling weak just then. How could I possibly pushed a man trice my size ? What is going on here ? I looked at my reflection again. My eyes. They were still glowing, and nowww it's slowly fading. Okay. That's weird. Then I noticed Darren's not here anymore. He just turned to... dust ? Now I'm really sure I'm going crazy.
The last thing I remember was Brier's shriek and panic, whispering something to my history teacher,
Mr. Ochrin, whose class I was supposed to take before this incident happened. Wait. Huh ? When did he get here anyway ? And now they're talking about something called "Lester go knee aunts" ? Whatever that is.
I'm too tired for this.
Gosh, I'm lightheaded. Is the ceiling spinning around or is that just me ?
Ah, I can't keep myself awake anymore.
I'm going to sleep.
See you later.