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"Dad, please make a U-turn!!"

Why I had to forget something that important in my first day of senior year. Being forgetful maybe one my greatest ability I ever had.

"Rose, we cannot go back or else both of us will be late,"

His tone sounded demanded, but still I need that thing. I showed my begging face and I massage his shoulder as one of the methods to persuade him.

"Dad, don't worry. Arietta will bring my car back today, so I will never bother you again iiff..... my car doesn't have a problem. Please dad, please,"

I am pleading my dad with a soft tone, as he narrowed his blue eyes at my foolish smile. He sighed and suddenly he makes quick illegal U-turn at the junction. Yes, Mission accomplished.

When we arrive at our house, I rushed into my house and my dad waiting in the car. I ran up to staircase to get to my bedroom, opened the door and grabbed my leopard pattern scarf that hanging behind my door. I quickly wrapped the scarf around my neck to cover up my hideous scar. After the wolves attacked, it left the inch -long visible, pale scar around my neck.

The scar makes me feel insecure, guilt, disgust and it start to restrict my daily life and damage my confidence. It surely gave me a lot of headaches when people in school tend to stare and ask discomforting questions if my neck it not covered.

I used to be called as "Frankenstein" in middle school. I kind of pissed off with the kid who gave the nicknamed that they even put me on a stage play as Frankenstein during a Halloween party at my former school.

"Damn," I cursed myself. Reminiscing my old self during middle school, it's just rubbing salt in the wound. After locking the house, I return to the car while my dad folded his newspaper and start the engine.

"Is there anything you forget before WE around the world in 20 min?" my dad asked me sarcastically and his blue eyes glared at me. I just shook my head as my answer and I pointed my finger to his hair.

"Your hair, dad,"

My dad noticed his hair not neatly done as he brushed his golden brown with little bit of his grey hair while focusing on the road. I observed him, he used very simple V-neck white shirt with dark jacket contrast with his light slack pant. My dad, Hayden Grimsbane is working as Professor at WoodHaerst College, majoring in cultural anthropology and he was an ex - archeologist.

Thanks to his career, he is the one who helping my history homework and forced me to read a lot of books. You name it a myth, cultures, races, and blah, blah. It's already implemented in my thick skull about 77%, I guess.

We traveled a lot in the past after he separated with my mom and my younger brother. I was 10 years old that time and the reason their separation still unknown. Despite this, I still keep in touch with them, but seldom visited them due of my awkwardness. To tell the truth, I don't have good terms with my mom, she becomes stricter and totally overprotective after the incident.

Most of the time I stay at home, I just read the books that my dad bought for me and he gave my most favorite thing, a camera. My mom against my dad gift because snapping the picture required me to go out from my house. That's why part of me was relieved, that my dad leaving that house or else I never become a photographer in my school right now. The only resemblance with my mom is our copper red hair and hazel-green eyes.

WoodHaerst, it is a very small town that still surrounded by the greenery, trees and it took 45 min to reach the main town. The climate is very cold and it's hard to feel absolute hot during summer. The town still preserves the natural environment and promote eco-tourism that prevent any big construction in this area. All the folk here love to do outdoor activities such as fishing, hunting, camping sort. Definitely, the town that people want to release their stress from the busy lifestyle. The big rocky sign showing that we already arrived at my school.

"West Wood High"

My school is not as big like in the town, but our school was popular in sports performance, especially the rugby team. Yeah, It had won 3 consecutive rows and now they busy doing preparation for the next tournament.

" Go West Wood Go!!

Fight West Wood fight!!

Win West Wood wins!!"

The cheerleader squad practice their cheering phrase around the school entrance. Some of the students still chatting on the bench in front the school While I randomly snap any picture for the school report. I unlocked my phone.

"30 min earlier," my dad totally makes me rushing all time. I cannot blame him, he was afraid that he will late for his lecture.

I was waiting for my best friend to bring my car today. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder and I recognize that voices.

"Hey Frankenstein!, it's been a while. I miss your scar"

He grabbed my scarf to expose my scar. Jerk. Why I had to see his face in this early morning. The one I hated the most. Dear god just kills him already.

"Troy Morris, Stop acting like a kid!!" I started pulling my scarf from his grasp. My voice raised up, enough to make another student stared at both of us.

Troy Morris is the one who gave stupid nicknamed and we know each other since elementary school. He had shaggy, dirty blonde hair with a topknot, a closely trimmed beard and a pair of sparkling blue eyes just like my dad. His big built enough to qualify as one of the rugby players and attract some of the fangirls. If he was not acting like a jerk maybe I am attracted to him. Yeah, as if.

"I miss yoouu.. So much," he teased.

"As if," I murmured avoiding any eyes contact and taking another step away, but Troy suddenly grabs my scarf and took a peek beneath it.

"It's getting paler huh?" his mischievous grin enough make me snap out.

"Cut it out, Troy!," I raised my hand attempt to slap him but

"Ouch!"

Another person was accidentally hit by my swinging camera which my camera makes a clicking sound.

"I bet you lose Frakky!" without apologizing Troy laughing and ran to his teammates. Jerk!

"I terribly sorry," I apologized as I turned around to that person.

He glared at me with his menacing pure black eyes, his brown highlight becomes obvious as the sunlight touched on his jet-black hair. He uses black motorcycle hoodie jacket, jean, and black boots. His white shirts revealing unclear tattoo between his collarbone and chest. The school does not strict about the tattoo as long it not totally visible, racist and gang- related. He abruptly responded with his hostile expression.

"Next time, don't be stupid to argue at the entrance,"

"Excuse me?" I muttered with a mixture of confusion and irritating with his word. He reacted nothing as he put on his earphone and walkway to the hall without explanation.

Rude. I am totally going to jinx myself now! I breathe deeply to relax. Truthfully, I was captivated with his eyes. It's rare to find that kind of colour in this town. I means it completely black. It doesn't mean I will fall in love with that guy.

"Totally No!" I repeated while slapping my cheek.

"Rose, why are you slapping your face?"I turned around quickly as I hear that familiar voice, practically given stern looks on my face, standing with my arms crossed and tapping my foot, saying,

"Arrieta Xavier!! You're late!"

My best friend standing in front of me without apologizing but instead,

"I bought your car,"

She smiled and she pointed my Black Suzuki Swift car with a white line beneath it.

I pressed my lips together and in a second my anger cools down seeing my baby Suzuki.

"It's not FAIR, You are totally manipulating me!!

Arrieta smirked in self-satisfaction showing that she already won an argument. Without wasting any time, I get into the car and try to park my baby to the shaded parking lot. I am totally in seventh heaven.

"How it is?," Arietta asked when I get out off my car.

"They're no more creaking sound when I pressed the brake," I explained.

"I changed your brake pad and also the belting. Your belting is so old causes the high-pitched squeak sound when you drive over the puddle," she added.

His father is a mechanic and she always helps his father in the workshop. She totally resembles Betty Cooper from Archie series. Smart, funny, gorgeous and good in fixing the car and totally with her signature hairstyle: ponytail minus blonde hair. Her hair is brunette.

"How much it is?" I asked. She shook her head.

"We already discussed this. No need payment,"

"But..." before I finished my word she interrupted.

"Your car it enough for me to practice my skill. PERIOD," She raised her voice to make it cleared that she is serious with her decision. I just accepted before we argue even worse. Then silent pause between us, while we stood with each other until I broke the silence,

"Oh, crap!" I checked my camera.

"What happen?" Arietta asked and confuse

"I bumped with that brat and accidentally hit someone with my camera," I checked my camera to make sure there is no any scratch.

"You used to be his Best friend before you met me, just reconcile already," she suggested.

I raised one eyebrow.

"Seriously? " I replied and again checking my camera.

"And seriously, you want me to resolve with him. In spite all he did in the past make me furious whenever I think about it," I said.

"That's the point, I always ask you what happen between you two, but you never told a single thing,"

She stared at me and waiting for the answer. I just wished to tell her everything, but I cannot. I tried to focus on escape that question, I collected all my strength to break the silence.

"Thank to Troy, I met the hottest guy that suit your taste," I try changing the subject.

"Very Clever, Rose you are changing the subject,"

Even though she seemed hesitant, she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "Okay, you win." And she continues,

"Which guy?"

" I think I managed to take his picture I guess and I barely saw his tattoo on his chest,"

I showed her the picture.

"Oh my God, He is hot!" Arrieta reaction was priceless.

"And rude," I mumbled to myself. She giggled, looking me acting that way.

"Don't head over heel little Rosy, we will meet again your Mr.Hotty,"

Arrieta teased and poked me.

"Mr. Rude ," I correct her.

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say. Let's get going to class," she smiled.

The bell rang, the hall is almost empty and the student already on their way to their class. My first period is literature Class and Arietta not taking this subject. Our literature teachers, Miss Robinson busy jotted something down in her file.

As she still busying doing her thing, I secretly checked my camera attempts to see Mr. Rude picture. It seems odd, as I try to zoom the picture. There is the blurry black figure behind of his back. I inhaled deeply, struggling as my hand began to tremble

"Today is totally a Nightmare," as I see through the window. It was raining.