The quiet hallway was filled by her screams. She has been chasing Taehyung for the past fifteen minutes not because he was bullying her. Her bag was with him! He had snatched it fifteen minutes ago. Laughters escaping her lips while chasing Taehyung, she halted pretending she had sprained her ankle. As she thought so, Taehyung came running back to her and places her bag down the floor.
Exactly after Taehyung kneeled down, she snatched her bag and ran away. He no longer chased her and just laughed. As Taehyung comes closer, he threw her arm around Kleah's neck and walked together. They didn't like each other. Taehyung had a girlfriend. Boyfriend nor relationship was never on Kleah's dictionary. They both had dreams to achieve. Apparently, the same dreams to achieve.
Kleah's aunt who was their Biology teacher and also the principal saw how close they were. She stood outside her office, arms crossed under her chest. She didn't like the sight of Taehyung having his arm around Kleah's neck. As she calls Kleah, the girl quickly flinched and turns to see her aunt, giving her a death glare. Taehyung quickly dropped his arm and greeted the principal.
'You two in my office. Now.' she said in a stern voice.
Her eyes were fuming in anger. Taehyung seemed spontaneous but Kleah's heart was racing so fast. She knew that whenever her aunt plastered that kind of look, she probably did something that displeased her. The trailed behind their principal and stood side by side infront of her. Katreena, Kleah's aunt stood infront of them and pushed them away from each other.
'What's your relationship? Are you both together?' Katreena asked Taehyung.
'No. We're not. Why would you thin---'
'Zip your mouth, Kleah. I'm asking him.' Katreena cut her off.
'So? Answer me, Taehyung. Are you two together?' she repeated.
'No, we're not. Kleah and I are just friends.' he confidently answered.
Kleah felt a tight knot tied around her stomach preventing her to breath. The questions her aunt was asking Taehyung was annoying. She asks whether they were in a relationship or not and when Taehyung replies a no, she gives an unconvinced look.
'You may go out now, Taehyung.' Katreena said. Taehyung went out of the room while looking at Kleah. Closing the door behind him, he sat down at the bench to wait for her.
'How many times do I have to tell you to not hang out with boys, huh?' Katreena fumed to Kleah.
'But Taehyung and I are just friends. We aren't doing anything wrong!' Kleah protested.
'Friends?' Katreen scoffed. 'By the way you two act around each other? How he hung his arm around you just now, you call that friends?'
This is was slowly pissing Kleah of. She wanted to argue back but something was holding her back. She kept her mouth shut while listening to her aunt's sermons.
'Finish your studies first before you flirt with boys!' Katreena scolded and pressed her index finger at Kleah's left temple, pushing her head lightly.
'Choose your friends wisely, Kleah.' Katreena said. Kleah had heard that line a million times that she lost count.
'Get out of my office and go back to your books.' She demanded.
Kleah turned her back as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She closed the door behind her and ran to her class. Once again, she felt locked up. Taehyung followed her to class as she throws her bag on her table. She could never be free. She could never be like those young teenagers who could do anything they want. With her over protective mom and aunt, she was always locked up.
All they want for her was to be number one in everything. In school, she can never do anything she wants freely. By everything she had to do, she needs to think of her aunt and parents' reputation and also the school's name. This was the reason why she tried to disguise herself as a different person but her mother forced her to take off the disguise and be who she really is.
By this, she thought she was free but she wasn't. She never will be. She had a lot of reputations to keep. If it was only her reputation, she could easily carry it and deal with it whenever there's a problem but in her life, she couldn't just think about herself. She had to think about her aunt, parents and the school's reputation too. Taehyung pulled her into a hug while she cries on his chest.
'Freedom is all I ask. Why can't I have it? Why's my faith so cruel?' she sobbed while Taehyung caressed her back.
She sobbed on his chest until she had no more tears to cry. They sat down while Kleah told Taehyung about everything that Katreena had said. This surprised Taehyung but what made him more surprised was when he found out why Kleah had to disguise herself and how she was at home. Her life wasn't easy like his. She couldn't go out of the house alone like him. She had to have butlers following behind her. It was to keep her safe but she felt like she was a prisoner.
Kleah was certain about one thing. It's once she comes back home and so as Katreena, she will surely tell Kleah's mom about what happened and she'd get scolded again and be accused of false things. Her mother says that she needs to hear Kleah's side too not just other people but for Kleah it's the same. Either way, hearing her side or not, her mother wouldn't believe her anyway.
The only family member that understands her was her father. Though that they argue sometimes, this was just part of the father and daughter bond. Through this, Kleah's father learned to understand how she feels which her mother can never understand. Everything was dictated to her. How she should dress. How she should walk. How she should talk. Who she should make friends with.
She barely experienced the life of being a young teenager. Scratch that. She never experienced the life of being a young teenager and she never will with her aunt and mom who tell her every move she'd make.
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