∆Prologue : Part 1 : Misunderstood∆

I sighed as I gazed out the car window at the dreary blue sky.

I don't want to go to school.... If only I could sleep a little longer.... The only thing that lifts my spirits is that I'll get to see my two best friends. Otherwise, the mere thought of seeing my classmates and teachers makes me want to punch something.

I'd like to sigh again, but my dad might suspect I'm hiding problems.

My parents have enough worries; I don't want to burden them. Besides, they won't understand the mindset of teenagers my age. My dad, being a police officer, tends to see things seriously. If I let him, he'll blow up the whole school.

"Goodbye!" I said to my dad, trying to smile.

My class is on the second floor. I climbed the stairs without saying a word.
When I reached the first floor, I saw Sam. A rather short boy, but still quite handsome.

I still don't know if I should put him on the list of my friends or those who have disappointed me. We were good friends at the beginning of the year. But he started to misinterpret everything I do. He doesn't joke with me like he used to. And sometimes he would glare at me and talk behind my back .And it annoys me that he thinks I'm looking at him in class while I'm looking at the teacher!

Yet, when he heard two girls making fun of me, he defended. And he's quite empathetic....