I felt happy, a feeling I hadn't felt for long since my mother died.

I was always the 'lonely bullied girl'. I close my eyes and dream of a time when I wasn't all alone. Sometimes it's better to be Alone...Nobody can hurt you. But at times, you miss having a person to talk to, to help you..

Sometimes your ceiling is your best friend. As funny as that sounds, you spend hours staring the ceiling, just thinking.

Being lonely is like a storm with no rain, crying without tears.

Feeling happy after a long time is like a kid receiving his first gift from Santa Clause.

I pulled away, grinning like an idiot, despise what he had done to me, I was happy for a second.

I realized that happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.

"Hurry up," Melissa said, along with cheerful smile.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it." I thanked her profusely.

She was so sweet.

Little did I know that I would eat my own words.

"You need to thank Alex, too." She smirked, an evil one I might say.

"Thanks,"

He nodded.

"I need to get ready, see you at the airport." he added, saying something along the words ' nice meeting you ' to Melissa.

Making my way to my closet. I unhooked the dress from its place. Staring at it silently, It was one of the few dresses I had only. I didn't have much clothes nor the money to buy.

" Don't worry about women stuff, I've already packed them in a bag." she pointed to the leather bag. I bent down and murmuring a thank you, I opened it slowly, it contained hairbrush, makeup, and pads. Wow.

To be completly honest, I didn't expect my stepfather's girlfriend to act this way, to be very nice and sweet, in fact I expected her to be the like the evil stepmother in cindrella.

"But what if he asks about me?" I asked suddenly.

" Don't worry about it." she smiled.

I smiled back. I have many problems in my life, but my lips don't know that. They always smile.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

"You're so sweet."

"Ah, thanks." she smiled once more, leaving me alone for privacy.

After putting on my dress, I added a little blush, mascara, and eyeliner. Makeup gave me confidence, the type of confident you feel when someone compliments you.

Looking at myself in the mirror once again, I smiled, satisfied.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, pulling my bag over my shoulder.

" Where's David? " I asked Melissa once I stepped into the kitchen.

"He's out, don't worry." she smiled when she saw my worried face. " I'll drive you to the airport."

"Aw thanks," I thanked him for the millionth time that day.

♤♡

We hugged, she told me she'll miss me, I believed her.

We, being my lovely clasmates and I, waited in the lobby until our flight had arrived, after hours of waiting with the group,which was understandable.

"Hello there, Angel, I didn't see your ugly face. " Chloe told me, giving me her best ' fake smile'.

Not this again, "At least it's better than your ugly personality."

"Couldn't you come with a better one? This is seriously so lame," she paused for a second, the sound of people whispering caused her to continue,"like your face."

"Shut up, you'll never be the man your mother is."

This might be childish to some people, well most, but talking to people like Chloe can cause heart attack, honestly.

"Bitch," she hissed, glaring at me.

One of her little minions whispered to her something, probably some bullshit to calm her ugly face down.

Glaring at me once more, she flickered her hair, trying to be hot, but ended up looking like a horse flicking his tail.

We made our way to the ticket counter after our bags went through screening so we could get there first class boarding passes.

Don't ask Melissa, had payed.

The line for the first class boarding was empty so we walked right up and every person presented his/her ticket.

The girl at the ticket counter smiled as she gave me my boarding pass. I smiled back.

I sat in the seat assigned to me, right next to someone, a boy, his hoodie covered his face and head. The stranger lifted his hand to remove the hoodie, probably to see who's sitting next to him. Shock was an understandment, I couldn't believe I had to sit next to Alex Blake for God knows how many hours.

"It's always you." he muttered, clearly unsatisfied.

I scrunched up my nose as I said,"You've got a problem with that, Alexie?"

"Stop using this nickname and yes."

"Alexie, Alexie, Alexie," I repeated, smiling evilly.

"What the heck do you want? Leave me alone." He whinced like a five-year old boy.

From what I realized, Alex had anger issues, when we were kids, his mother would forget to pack his lunch, he claims he isn't hungry, but we'd end up sharing my lunch.

"I'm bored, entertain me, Alexie."

"I like your comebacks, especially the one you used against Chloe." My lips formed onto a smile as I listened to him, receiving a compliment from Alexie? Check.

"You heard?"

He nodded, " Your voice was like so high."

Glaring at him playfully, I murmured, "Not funny."

We kept silent, although we could hear the pilot welcoming us.

"Alex?" I asked, after a moment.

"Mmm?"

"Why is the airplane shaking?" I whispered, don't judge, it was my first time on the plane.

"First time?" When I nodded, he continued," don't worry it happens."

"Oh."

"Alex?"

"What?"

"I'm scared."

He held my hand, " better?" I nodded, a nervous smile on my face.

Alex Blake is my bully, but sometimes it feels as if he's my friend, best friend even, we're enemies, we dislike each other. It was a fact, but .... its just complicated.

It's where you feel like you've met someone who feels the same things as you do — the depression, the sadness, the loneliness, the cold eyes.

"Some people get scared, it's okay. In fact, my mother doesn't like planes, she says she might end up eaten by a shark one day, " and then he paused, "the memories."

Silence consumed us, background voices of people talking, laughing, joking were the only sound heard.

"My mum also held my hand when I get scared," he suddenly spoke, " She always told me to imagine postive things when I'm scared."

I was afraid to ask this question but i did anyway, "Uh she died?"

"No, but her feelings did."

"As a kid I used to dream of building her a palace." he chuckled, a forced one though. Then, he frowned, as if remembering some incident.

"I wish she's still the same mum, " Alex looked at me for a moment, his eyes blurred with tears that were treasured to the point where they turned into a weakness, " I used to have as a kid."

I didn't care in that moment, I didn't care that he was my bully, he was a human like me, he gets hurt, he feels insecure, he cries, he laughs.

The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.

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