1 01

"Good morning, Cutty, is the weather beautiful today?"

Greet me to the gray colored fat cat who was writhing because he was disturbed by the sun that began to pierce the sense of sight.

I opened the curtain my room wider, sunlight flocked into my bedroom through the transparent glass window.

I opened the balcony glass door to enjoy the cool morning breeze that blows calmly against my face.

The birds muttered to each other with their melodious chirping, adding to the impression of calm and calm this morning.

BRAK BRAK BRAK

"WHAT ARE YOU GISELLE IN?"

I rolled my eyeballs in embarrassment, it felt like I was about to reach the gates of heaven, but had been dragged towards consciousness and woke up again.

I grumbled and tidied my bed, then hurried to open the door of my apartment to the unwary guest.

"WHAT?"

I rudely opened the door and asked in a high tone to my 'guest' on this sunny morning.

And my honored guest, regardless of the angry homeowner, casually walks in without being invited.

"You are so sharp Giselle" He chuckled and went to the kitchen then started cooking.

"Can't you knock on the door softly or use the available bell? You make me look like a police arrest suspect."

I caught up with him, fetching cold water from the fridge and then sitting at the dining table gracefully.

"You can't, if it's like that you won't wake up from your sleep."

He said who started beating eggs for cooking into omelets.

My guest was ehm not-- more precisely my personal assistant named Angela was always annoying like this, she would come to my house, bang on my door, then scream as if she was catching her husband sleeping with me. He screamed every morning just to ask to come in and cook breakfast for me.

My bell house is still functioning well of course, but she always chooses violence.

I'm a bit uncomfortable, Angela comes early in the morning to my house just to feed a girl who can cook by herself.

And do you know what is more annoying? he cooks omelets every day for me.

Why would he scream every morning just to cook an omelette that I alone could do ?!

Weird indeed, but it's his job as my personal assistant who has to prepare breakfast every morning for me.

Yes, this is my fault anyway. If I didn't decide to run away from home and insist on wanting to live alone maybe Angela wouldn't have to bother like this.

"Hey Giselle? Do you hear me?"

Angela waved her hand in front of my face, thinking that I was daydreaming. But indeed I was daydreaming earlier.

"Yeah, I hear you, I'll take a shower"

I said lying then rose from my seat to take a shower.

"Che sucks"

Angela murmured very loudly, fortunately she was my only friend if not for me to make sure her life would be ruined.

Without caring about anything else, I immediately went to my room and showered with refreshing cold water.

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"How is school?"

Asked Angela who was now sitting in front of me while chewing an omelette in her mouth.

Of course I have showered, smell good, neat and more beautiful.

Now Angela and I sat sweetly at the dining table with breakfast omelette, again.

"It's normal, nothing has changed"

I replied nonchalantly while gulping down warm milk.

"Don't you miss your mother?"

CTAR

like being struck by lightning from a stick of Zeus in broad daylight, I gasped and stared sharply at Angela.

That question again ...

Why does it have to be that question again ...

"Of course I miss him. But just missing him won't wake him from a coma"

I smiled, then wiped my dirty mouth with a napkin and grabbed a school bag beside me.

I know which direction this conversation will go.

Never mind, I don't want to go back to being a married girl who longs for affection.

So let's just say the pathetic Giselle died in the dark night.

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2

Ah yes I forgot to tell who I am.

My name is Gisella Valerie Agatra, an 18-year-old girl who will complete her High School education this year.

A tall, slender girl with jet-black hair that was straight down. Soft brittle skin like cotton, porcelain white skin color like a living doll, sharp nose. Black iris with a blank stare and natural pink lip.

I do not lie and exaggerate anything, in fact my appearance is so.

My watch is pointing at 07:00 in the morning, the time of entry for all students at 'Dandellion High School' is no exception myself who has pressed my buttocks on the empty seat that I used to sit on every day.

Nobody greeted me.

There are no chat buddies.

Nobody asked me to joke.

Everyone looks cool without caring about my existence.

Am I visible?

Hey am I invisible?

The awkward atmosphere began to envelop me when 'Harry' my seatmate greeted me.

"Morning Giselle"

Greeting then sitting next to me.

"Morning Harry"

I don't know if I feel awkward and uncomfortable when I'm close to other people, especially if it's a man.

Reminds me of someone I really hate.

So it's only fitting that I don't have friends, I alone make them uncomfortable about my existence.

"Do I have to change seats? Looks like you're uncomfortable with my presence"

He said without further ado.

I was surprised to hear that, maybe he felt offended because I always avoided even though his intentions were good just to be friends with me.

"Sorry Harry has offended you, I just don't know how to express my feelings"

Am I nervous? Why am I staring and sweating coldly like this?

"Ah, it's okay, Giselle. I understand. You don't have to be like this."

Harry scratched his neck awkwardly.

Hey, why is it like I just expressed a feeling of love?

"Morning children, today we continue material from the chapter in the previous meeting"

Mr. Voice Jay broke the awkwardness between me and Harry.

Now silence engulfed the whole class, all fully concentrated, ready to drain their brain - and me.

****

"Angel Norifael D Abraham, With this you are sentenced to confinement in the human world until you meet the chosen human being for you to take his life"

Rumbling to one another, the thunder of thunder, the raging storm pouring out his anger.

A black-winged angel is thrown from the 'sky' into the earth and confined for thousands of years in a very worn rickety hut while waiting for the savior to take his life.

A feeling of loneliness spreads in his heart.

Coldness enveloped his soul.

"Anyone help me"

****

"Camping in the woods?"

Giselle stared at the brochure distributed by the student body at her school.

"Do you want to come along?"

Asked Harry, who was also given the same brochure as Giselle.

"What are we going there for?"

Plain Giselle staring at Harry in question.

"This is an annual event at our school, maybe you just found out because you just moved in 2 months ago"

Obviously Harry while reading every requirement and equipment needed when participating in camping later.

"I've never followed this kind of thing before"

Giselle read the brochure more carefully who knew she would be interested.

Giselle had never done such things, she added, who had just moved from an elite school that camped in luxury mension to a school that camped in the wild forest with ordinary tents and campfires in their midst.

"Wow, that's a shame. Even though camping was very fun"

Harry seemed to persuade Giselle in a veiled manner by influencing Giselle's mind.

"Is it true?"

Giselle asked expressionlessly, but that already showed Giselle's interest in the activity called 'Forest Camp'.

"Yes, you will sing and have fun circling the campfire at night."

Giselle's eyes sparkled - but still expressionless according to Harry. That was the most dreamed of when Giselle was little, a simple dream that was never achieved.

"I want to come"

Harry reviewed the triumphant smile on his handsome face, a little progress for Harry who had never talked this much with Giselle. He even inadvertently persuaded Giselle to join the camping event.

Without even realizing Giselle smiled thinly, so thin that maybe that smile was only carved in her heart. Giselle felt a little relieved. Maybe what he needs is indeed integrated with the wild so he can forget the anger, resentment, and wounds in his heart that left quite deep.