On a Tuesday, which just so happened to be my birthday and a school day, I woke up to my parents arguing like usual about my father and why he came home drunk to stupor like usual last night.
Personally, I don't mind it. I have had my own share of pain throughout my two lives, enough to know that if someone wants to be a scumbag, then let them be.
Don't mistake me; he is a good father, but arguably not the best husband; reasons are still unknown as to why to date.
I am currently twelve years old in this fantastic new world, and I just got into high school. It should be a memorable day for anyone, except it got too memorable.
I suited myself up for high school; I can definitely treat myself to the shower and make my food by myself; that isn't new; that's how I was trained; the only thing I need from my parents is lunch money and transport to school, and in this situation, the distance is manageable by foot.
'I'm running late, but who cares? I'll get caned at maximum; I already hate them all'
coming out of the bathroom, unexpectedly they're still quarrelling, and that's new; they are only going at it until the sun rises at the very least and wouldn't want to wake up the neighbours.
Walking to the kitchen to make a sandwich, I can't exactly go to school hungry; I eat when there's food, believing that it's some kind of energy-storage-storing tactic when there's no food.
Peeping over at my parents in their room, I can see a different spirit lunging at my dad. Thats not weird because multiple people have multiple spirits, but this was different as this spirit had a more domineering presence.
I only took a glance, though, as it looked like a bat with a snake-like tail lunging on my dad's back and as massive as himself.
'Don't put too much thought into them, Kelvin, I said to myself.
'Hmm, should i go wake them up?' I asked myself, contemplating if it was worth it to wake my sibling. I had three of them: Kate, Nengi, and Silas.
I could never forget that in ten lifetimes, Kate was the last born just after me, and Silas is the eldest, yet I am the one who is responsible for them despite the age gap, and then there's a father of four who thinks there's a treasure chest under every skirt that passes by him.
Sometimes, when I remember this, I get angry at how it ended last time.
Deciding against calling my irresponsible siblings down, they can do all they want. I got dressed up for school and headed out, taking one last look at our ever-changing astral friends, who were reduced to only one today. I couldn't help but hope for the best ahead.
Reaching school at about nine o'clock in the morning after much persistence to get in, they opened the gate for me, only to see the principal herself not looking friendly with a cane in hand.
''Yikes'' I exclaimed.
Some minutes later, holding my hot red buttocks to class, now was me, weeping inside me with hatred for every soul in this universe calling themselves a staff.
''Fucking Child abusers''
Now reaching the door to my classroom, I calmed my demeanour and put on a normal face.
At this extent, I already took this never-changing cloud-like spirit that has always been on my shoulder as a pet. Call me delusional, but sometimes I talk to it, knowing fully well they act on instinct and don't talk back, especially since this one with me is always like a cloud.
Today, this cloud with me started rigorously shaking when I got close to the door to my classroom.
This is new, as I could feel the disruption, but this is not the first time I have come to this class. Upon stepping into the class, my questions got answered.