????? Mali Phromwong, a typical middle class girl but with a lot of problems. A girl who liked nature, who liked taking pictures of everything meets a boy who loves to draw. A boy who is definitely thousand times richer then her.
Both having differ...
༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ You’d think we were about to eat her.
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Rain poured against the windows, a steady rhythm filling the quiet house. She stood near the door, adjusting the strap of her bag, ready to leave for school. Her eyes flicked to the umbrella stand near the entrance. Three umbrellas.
She reached for one.
Before her fingers could grasp it, a sharp voice cut through the air.
"And where do you think you're going with that?"
She tensed, turning to see her stepmother standing in the kitchen, a bowl in her hand.
"It's raining," she said quietly, keeping her voice even.
Her stepmother scoffed. "And? Do you think you're the only one who needs an umbrella?"
She stayed silent, gripping the strap of her bag tighter.
"You always act so selfish, like the world owes you something just because your parents are gone," her stepmother sneered, walking closer. "You're lucky we even let you live here."
She lowered her gaze, refusing to react.
Her stepmother’s grip tightened around the bowl in her hand. Then, without warning—
She threw it.
The bowl of rice hit her shoulder, the contents spilling onto her uniform and the floor.
"You're not taking it. Go in the rain."
She inhaled sharply, her nails pressing into her palm. Then, without another word, she turned, stepped over the spilled rice, and walked out the door.
The cold rain soaked through her clothes almost instantly, but she didn’t flinch. She was used to it.
She walked toward Köcher High School, her wet uniform sticking to her skin, her camera tucked safely under her bag.
Alone.
Like always.
The rain poured harder, drenching her uniform, but she kept walking. Step after step.
Her fingers instinctively reached for the camera strapped securely under her bag. The only thing she had left of them.
A drop of water slid down her cheek. Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it wasn’t.
Her vision blurred, and suddenly—
Flashback.
A warm summer afternoon. Her parents’ laughter filled the air.
