Friday, May 8, 2015

#5 Sharon

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Sharon Rae Lajoile. She's been fighting cancer for three months and passed away at May 8, 2013. She's older two years from me. Well she remembered Norway. She lived in Norway for 5 years while I only 3 years. Sharon is the only one I have after mum died (With dad of course, but dad depressed so we can't disturb him. He locked him in his room for three days because mum passed away. Dad loves her too much).

That is the last picture we take before Sharon got sick. We enjoyed the sunset in Zuma Beach, Malibu. The last word she said to me is, "Love your father," I don't know what it means. I loved my father but why she said that, I said in my mind. Now I realize, Sharon is smart. She knows that I feel abandoned by my own father.


#4 Father

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Father is in my list of farthest family member. The closest? Mum and Sharon. I don't know, father is always busy. Since mum and Sharon died, I live in house alone with Bik Yani and Pak Bambang (my maid and my private driver). Cinta is working now so, I'm completely alone! (with Bik Yani and Pak Bambang). Father is always a mysterious guy for me. I rarely speak to him because he's always come home late at night. His face is sooo Norwegian. His accents too!

So yesterday, I dare myself to talk to father. "Father?" I asked, "Yes?" "Nothing," I turned myself. The words, all the words in my head couldn't come out. But Aurélie, you gotta be brave! an angel whispered at me. Okay, here I go again. I breathed for awhile and, "Father, I know you're too busy for this but, I want you to know that I... love you,"  

#3 Cinta

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Cinta Amelinda. My stepmother of course. Situation is getting better now. I don't really hate her now. But still, I hate her a little. She's pretty, and kind. But behind her smiles, she keeps something secretly. No one knows what. At a one fine day, I found her crying in her room. She grabbed a photo with white frame. Her tears wetting down the picture. But there's a glass cover so it wont hit the picture.

I can't bury my curiosity. But at the same time, I hate her too. But I felt pity too. So I knocked the door. When she figured out my arrival, she directly wiped her tears and gave her sweet smile. "Yes?" I remember she said that. "Are you okay? Who's that in your picture you hold?" I asked. She gave me her smile again. "Sit down," I sit down. And then she gave me the picture. "She's my daughter," WHAT!? I don't know she has a daughter, that's all in my mind. I saw the picture, its a baby!

#2 Shmeleva

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Shmeleva, Michelle. A beautiful blonde Russian girl. She's the first person I know in my school. Now we're like sisters. I didn't say that I'm lonely at school. I just felt lonely at home. But as long as Michelle's here, I'll never be alone. Actually, I'm quite easy to socialize. I have thousands of friends, but, Michelle's the only one who understands me. She's so open-minded, not like the other girls in class who's always talks about me.

The gossips about me getting a new mother is spreading everywhere. Jessica's (who used to be my friend) the one who spread it. I can't think. Why they're all so care about me. My life, YOHOO, it's my life, none of your business. Jessica is a Chinese-English. She can be called as the queen bee in my school followed by Lousy and Charlotte. They both are English. They bully me, sometimes. And sometimes, the guy named Andrew come and save me. He's a bullying fighter. I kinda like him, to be honest.


#1 Prolog

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Aurélie Lajoile that's my name. But I still don't know who am I. The real me. The inner me. My father is a Norwegian Journalist and he just married a woman. My stepmother. Well my father knows who he is. What about his daughter?

I used to know myself, my life. But after mom died, I lost control and ... never mind. And now I live my life alone. Not because dad's not here for me but, it's because he's always with my stepmother. My stepmother is an Indonesian. I call her, Cinta. Even thou, she doesn't like to be called like that. She likes "Mum" better. But I don't want it. I already got a "Mum", and I only have one mum! She can't replace my mum.