Yes, I am poor and a bad girl
While I was sleeping, I saw a light coming from a dark house . I heard sounds of baby's voice, the toys, the smell of mom's cook, and saw my favorite movie: In Order To Live. I found it weird so I went to another light which came from a place looks like a garden. It was beautiful but I heard people were screaming, guns shotted sound and getting silent a little while after. I did not get the message of all of these and during that time, all I just thought is to be alive in reality.
Thankfully my intention was granted and I woke up in a totally messy condition, messy surrounding and messy mind.Even I did not know myself when I was brushing my teeth; thought of someone uglier but the fact it was me who was struggling deal with the messy hair in the early morning.Well, I might not have experienced like all the perfect mornings that rich people had.Coffee during breakfast, going to school by a driver or could be 10 bodyguards surrounded the car to welcome the rich them.
I did not criticize RICH people but they were the ones who kept asking for a fight with me and ruined my family's name.I used to believe not all rich people were bad but after 8 years suffering or I could say traumatized by the incident, I did not ever believe there were good people in this world.I tried many ways to condemn them but all did not work as they tried to sue us, or used the political ways to avoid. I made up with a conclusion to solve this by writing an online novel about me and my dad's unsolved death case.
