The Meaning of Cruel Words.

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This is relatively short, some freewriting. Warning it does have a few profane yet necessary words. Feel free to take a look.

We were in the newly moved house and my two brothers were sitting on the floor of my room, putting together my bed. I was sixteen, that haphazard age between womanhood and childhood. I was leaning up against the wall, trying to look as lean as possible- something which was difficult for me as I had recently become perfectly aware of the bodies of thin women and the imperfect body of my athletic build. One of the boys was my brother by birth, a terror of a person who tormented and made my entire childhood the least confident chapter of my life. The other was a brother by the adoption of our family practically, sleeping in our house,eating our food. He was my brother's best friend at one point and my closest relative at another. I admired him and wanted him to see of me what my brother didn't. Of course that was nothing too much considering my brother thought of me in the most terrible way possible, labeling me as "bitch," "cunt," and other words that I timidly carried with me every day, afraid to be assertive in any manner lest I evoke those words once again.

But no Kevin was different, mostly. He never came out and told my brother off but he would often subtly divert the discussion so I wasn't the target. He made up a joke and looked up at me and smiled. He was kind of cute, I thought. Maybe. And only two years older. While I sat there, my head pressed against the wall, shamefully trying to look sophisticated, I began to realize that I might kind of like Jordan. I was just forgetting a boy who had more or less jilted me a few weeks prior- a senior to my sophmore. I didn't quite understand what he didn't see in me but maybe Jordan would find it. I bit the corner of my lip and tried to look mysterious.

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Et tu, Brute: a Death in Betrayal.

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Caesar didn't die because he was stabbed. He died because of who stabbed him. We're hurt most not just by what is done/said but by who does/says them. Take a lesson and keep your distance from everybody so that nobody can leave you bleeding to death on a marble Roman floor. But of course if you let nobody close enough to you, you die a death of loneliness. Look at it this way. Either way it's a gamble. Do you get the human friends, you know those flawed creatures likely to make a mistake and allow greed or power or ambition or insecurity to get in the way, or do you get the angelic, saintly friends who are a statistical rarity? All people fail us in one way or another. It's just about choosing who fails you out of malic and who fails you out of imperfection. But if you're sensibly afraid to get close to anyone or get lucky and decide to have your slumber parties and swap secrets with Brutus, you're dead ahead of schedule. The whole Ides of March thing. Some times the people we pick to protect us are the ones who have drawn the piercing blade, aimed at wounds they know we already have. What ironic lives we lead.

The Beginning

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Under the calm sky
Students of dormitory are walking lightly to start their usual day of school
Wearing the white colored uniform, gently they could feel the breeze.
The sun, the trees, the breeze and the chatter of students welcome the day.
Though… they’re differences on the student’s uniform.

White layered blue & white layered red.
The differences are not that big. No one has ever thought deeply serious about the differences. They all think that’s as normal case.

White layered blue uniform presents students from regular classes. They’re all normal children from normal family
And…
White layered red uniform presents students from S-class. Special Class.
All the students of S-class are good looking, gorgeous, and very wealth. Either they’re the heir of a company or child from politicians, designers, artist, athletes, and many other.

That’s the difference of them. Though it’s already considered as a large gap of differences between regular & S class, but the truth are beyond what they will think of.

This is Flow Academy, which building is more like a 16th century of European castle than a school. The best school in this town.

Standing a girl with white layered blue uniform at the gate. Looking at the school building, amazed by it.
Sure she is. She’s today new transfer student.
Lacus Caine. A girl with old style glasses of secretary & braided hair. Soft pink colored & with usual face of hers. Though her face is so so but she have the best skin which you could find so far. A fairly smooth skin like baby. A small postured body, which only 155 cm so far, big & round eyes, pink lips & white skin like snow.


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Our First Meet

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Right here before of my eyes, the group which called the famous S-class. Small group which consist not more than 20 people but great enough to makes uproar of the entire school. This white layered red uniform, they move in group, and, at the center of these gorgeous people, the one who lead them as I feel.

This man, I could feel an enormous aura from him. The most gorgeous man from them all. He walks and takes the lead. I look at him like I’m losing myself. I think I barely could stand in front of him.

Red near blood color eyes, long & wavy hair, white near pale skin, a sharp well formed nose, wide & well shoulder also chest. Long legs, about 180 cm, and well shaped body.

A man with these great conditions, but why when I looked into his eyes, deep inside, I feel that he’s really lonely.
I think I reached my limits by just looking into his eyes while he walks near me more and more. The sound of my throbbing heart, I clinched my teeth unconsciously, then….

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