"Yeah. That's her. She's all grown up now. I heard she's finishing high-school this year, that woman's child!"
I can hear you, hag.
"Look at her, she's becoming such a beauty. She's that woman's daughter after all."
Forgive me for being a beauty you are not.
"The father might be handsome too. I bet even that woman herself doesn't even know who's the father. Poor child. Such a pity."
Shut up. Such a fake pity. I don't need it.
"Shh.. Of course she doesn't know. That woman is a prostitute.. With that many men...."
Ahh.. Fuck!! Shut the hell up! My mom is not a prostitute!! She's a singer. And she has a name. It's Amber. Her name is Amber. Damn old hags!
I walk faster. I can't bear to hear some more. The three old gossipers continue to talk and talk. But I don't want to hear them anymore. It's too hurtful.
"Hey, watch where you're going!! Oh, it's you."
"Oh, Max, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. Hehe.." *giggle*
"Didn't God gave you eyes to see? You almost step on my foot!"
"Err.. I was busy in my own world. I'm sorry 'kay.. I'll treat you ice-cream!" *smile*
Max looked carefully at my face.
"You eavesdropped those old hags near the convenient store again, didn't you?! I've told you too many times not to listen to them! They're lame old women who don't have anything else to do except gossiping."
"They spoke too loud I can't help but heard them! It's not like I want to listen to them. And the gossips are almost always about me. And they're always not true. I hate them!"
"It's because they saw you. They talk about people they see. If they saw me, they'll say things like 'that girly boy know no shame' or 'I pity his parents for having a son like that' but in truth, the ones who are pitiful are them! They're old hags without husbands or children so the only things they can do are talk about others!"
"At least half of what they say about you were kinda true. Just because my mom works at the bar, doesn't mean she's a prostitute! And she knows my father, alright. I know she does!"
"There, there.. Let it go. And let's go and buy some ice-creams to cool-off a bit, your treat! Cause you almost step on my precious foot!"
Max is my best friend. In truth, he's my only real friend. Girls doesn't want to get near me because Max said my beauty is just too much for them. Boys just want to be with me because of my looks. They're not honest. And there's good ol' Max. He's too girly to be a boy yet refused to be called a girl. "It's just that I'm born this way, baby!" is what he always said about himself. It has been Max and I since we were ten.
I live in a small town. My mom and I came to live in this town when I was five. I didn't remember anything before that. Originally, it was my mom's hometown. But when both her parents died in an accident when she was twenty, she left for the city. She sings for her living since then. I love my mom's voice. It's so angelic. I wish I had a voice like her. She used to sing in a famous place in the city. But for some reason, according to her, after my father died, she had to come back to this small town.
I hate this town. The town is so small I can even call it a village. It is near the highway to the city, so outsiders often stop by. But besides that, in this small town, everyone knows everyone. Or at least they know whose son or daughter he or she is. It's annoying. That's what I hate most about this town. One day, without fail, I will leave this town. I'll live in the city. Just like my mom did. But unlike her, I'll never return back here.
I can hear you, hag.
"Look at her, she's becoming such a beauty. She's that woman's daughter after all."
Forgive me for being a beauty you are not.
"The father might be handsome too. I bet even that woman herself doesn't even know who's the father. Poor child. Such a pity."
Shut up. Such a fake pity. I don't need it.
"Shh.. Of course she doesn't know. That woman is a prostitute.. With that many men...."
Ahh.. Fuck!! Shut the hell up! My mom is not a prostitute!! She's a singer. And she has a name. It's Amber. Her name is Amber. Damn old hags!
I walk faster. I can't bear to hear some more. The three old gossipers continue to talk and talk. But I don't want to hear them anymore. It's too hurtful.
"Hey, watch where you're going!! Oh, it's you."
"Oh, Max, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. Hehe.." *giggle*
"Didn't God gave you eyes to see? You almost step on my foot!"
"Err.. I was busy in my own world. I'm sorry 'kay.. I'll treat you ice-cream!" *smile*
Max looked carefully at my face.
"You eavesdropped those old hags near the convenient store again, didn't you?! I've told you too many times not to listen to them! They're lame old women who don't have anything else to do except gossiping."
"They spoke too loud I can't help but heard them! It's not like I want to listen to them. And the gossips are almost always about me. And they're always not true. I hate them!"
"It's because they saw you. They talk about people they see. If they saw me, they'll say things like 'that girly boy know no shame' or 'I pity his parents for having a son like that' but in truth, the ones who are pitiful are them! They're old hags without husbands or children so the only things they can do are talk about others!"
"At least half of what they say about you were kinda true. Just because my mom works at the bar, doesn't mean she's a prostitute! And she knows my father, alright. I know she does!"
"There, there.. Let it go. And let's go and buy some ice-creams to cool-off a bit, your treat! Cause you almost step on my precious foot!"
Max is my best friend. In truth, he's my only real friend. Girls doesn't want to get near me because Max said my beauty is just too much for them. Boys just want to be with me because of my looks. They're not honest. And there's good ol' Max. He's too girly to be a boy yet refused to be called a girl. "It's just that I'm born this way, baby!" is what he always said about himself. It has been Max and I since we were ten.
I live in a small town. My mom and I came to live in this town when I was five. I didn't remember anything before that. Originally, it was my mom's hometown. But when both her parents died in an accident when she was twenty, she left for the city. She sings for her living since then. I love my mom's voice. It's so angelic. I wish I had a voice like her. She used to sing in a famous place in the city. But for some reason, according to her, after my father died, she had to come back to this small town.
I hate this town. The town is so small I can even call it a village. It is near the highway to the city, so outsiders often stop by. But besides that, in this small town, everyone knows everyone. Or at least they know whose son or daughter he or she is. It's annoying. That's what I hate most about this town. One day, without fail, I will leave this town. I'll live in the city. Just like my mom did. But unlike her, I'll never return back here.
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