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Cherry
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In the afternoon, the sky had already begun to show its deep blue depth. At this time, a rugby flew down from the sky, and one person came out from inside, followed by his father and mother.
The tall figure had a pale complexion, yellowing hair, a downcast look in his eyes, and a sharp profile. We stared at him, as if staring at a new toy. We all knew that he was about to be released from prison, and we, were the "gods" evaluating his performance during the probation period.
Life is about to get interesting again.
The parents' faces didn't look good, probably because his appearance and demeanor didn't seem like that of a well-fed person. But bringing him back would bring some benefits to the whole family, but who knows, they are still unwilling. Having one person here means a lot, at least they have to make some changes again. And they, they hate change the most.
Mother lifted the door curtain, and father pushed That person in, mother glanced at us and followed behind. Then, the door with a faint blue light closed.
We laughed inexplicably, and then started to play separately.
During dinner in the evening, the separated children usually gather together. As usual, I silently count the number of children in my heart. My heart skipped a beat because there was one less in number. I took a deep breath and counted again, only to suddenly realize that my second cousin female was missing.
If it were my cunning and treacherous older sister, the arrogant and domineering Second Sister, or my selfish and calculating second elder female cousin, or even my arrogant older brother, the rude Second Brother, I might secretly take pleasure in their misfortune in my heart—even if it's said that I could end up in prison for it—the most terrifying place—where people who have been there don't even know where they went.
But, second cousin female?
I suddenly remembered my second cousin female: if it weren't for a chance video, I wouldn't have noticed how she automatically walks to the corner and chews alone when she's sad and angry. I don't know how much longer I would have ignored her; I don't even know if I can feel her absence now, whether I feel melancholy because of her disappearance like I do now. It seemed so cruel in the video, but I didn't feel it in the crowd at the time. But how did I notice it now? I don't understand.
In the eerie sound of breathing, I looked up and then down, unable to help but put down my chopsticks. My father "struggled" to lift his heavy eyelids and glanced at me. My bones were soaked in ice, and my throat was stuck in an iceberg.
But I can feel the power of water growing quietly.
Second sister, disappeared.
--Just like what often happens in this area - a child disappears inexplicably and is never found again.
Just like what happens to every family that receives a new prisoner.
Where she went, no one knows.
At night, when I got into bed, the blanket was as cold as a stone.
In the past, I used to stay up late because of my wild imagination, but today, after catching a little unknown thing, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was already the next day. I was reluctant to wake up, especially when my dream was coming to an end. But as the light squeezed through my eyelids, I saw a blurry yet familiar figure. I didn't want to get up, wanting to stay in bed as before. But my mother's voice, filled with anger, pierced through my ears and jolted my brain. As I opened my eyes, I sprang up like a snake catching its prey and laughed, saying, "Good morning, Mom!"
Smiling, feeling joyful, and filled with a happy fighting spirit. That's why the world can be peaceful. I sigh and start to tidy myself up.
Why do people only believe what they see? Why does no one seriously consider the lives of others? No one knows that I don't want to get up in the morning, no one knows that I played until three in the morning when no one was around, just like no one knows that I'm actually exhausted and only have my physical body left.
As long as you get up early the next day, as long as there are no red lines in your eyes, as long as you greet everyone with a full spirit and don't mention that you're not feeling well, then you are considered to be happy. But even if you say you're not feeling well, what difference does it make? Friends, parents, the result is always the same: either they support you or impatiently advise or scold you not to think blindly and to focus on studying. What the hell are you supposed to do at this point?
I stared at the ugly face in the mirror and then touched my waist.
I don't want plastic surgery, and I don't want to lose weight either. I can't bear the hardship, don't want to, or am just too lazy to change, who the hell knows. Of course, others won't care whether I want to or not - they don't want the people they know to change, so they restrict others from changing. And they think: if you want to, have the ability to do it - but the problem is I don't want to, and it's none of their damn business.
After daydreaming and fantasizing, my whole body feels depressed and numb. I dare not indulge in it, so I quickly go downstairs to have breakfast. After saying goodbye to my parents, I go to school.
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