บททั้งหมดของ KOREAN Firework: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The moon was high by the time Iris arrived at Zoya’s home. She had refused to the driver anyone’s address and given a fake two blocks away from Zoya. She wasted no time in exiting the ‘fancy’ vehicle - it was the second ugliest thing Iris has ever seen, a stiff competition between it and the bedroom she woke up in - taking all her stuff, stuffing it hazardously into her bag and jogging towards the front door. The makeup was gone, washed off right before they left. She didn’t care to greet the driver but she did glare at him until he left. After double-checking whether he was following her or not, Iris jogged to Zoya’s doorstep and rang the doorbell. It was Mrs Babito who opened the door. “Oh, Iris,” she said. “Zoya told me you weren’t coming tonight.” “Huh? I mean, excuse me?” Iris sputtered. Why couldn’t her hands stop shaking? “I think there was a mix

The moon was rising just as the sun was setting by the time Danika, Iris, and Zoya saw each other again the next day. After pawning the rings they had divided the money, each one of them getting two envelopes to hide away under the strict rule to not tell anybody about it and use it sparingly. If there was a sudden influx of money in anyone’s account - theirs and their parents’- then someone will be notified. Iris had spent her entire afternoon trying to find the best place to hide it. She didn’t want to put it in any of the obvious places like her sock drawer, behind a photo frame or a cut-out piece of a book. So, she got creative. She had ripped the seam of the only formal dress she had and stuffed some of the folded notes into it before sewing it shut. The process was repeated with all the clothes she had that didn’t fit her properly; her big and fluffed up jacket, her winter scarfs, the cuffs of her jeans, even th

Warrior princess, warrior princess, she chanted to herself and walked into the office. May the spirit of Wonder Woman possess her. “Ah,” said the professor rising from his seat. “Miss Holmes, please take a seat.” He gestured towards the two single seats in front of his desk as he moved to a bookcase and searched for something. Iris sat down stiffly in the seat nearest to the door and took a moment to examine the office. It was decorated with warm red and brown colours and had a homely appeal to it. Several bookcases were scattered along the walls, brimming with a variety of books; all of them were colour coordinated. The beige walls were bare of any fancily framed doctor certificates of achievements and were instead replaced by - what Iris assumed - was family photos; some with him and his partner and others of his children, with and without him in it. One day, she will have an office just like th

Iris shrieked and kicked the air. “Let me down, you Neanderthals!” Laughter was her reply. Iris whipped around to see Jackson Dubois on her left and Marcas Sullivan on her left. She struggled, pulling on their arms, shaking her head to hit them with her braids and tried to kick them in the shin. She cursed Jackson and called Marcas an Englishman. “You take that back,” the redhead boy gasped. Iris ignored him. “Where the hell are you taking me?” “Why?” Jackson asked. “You going to destroy it too?” Iris went quiet and still in their arms. “Destroy?” She tried to laugh it off. “Is this about your jungle gym getting vandalised?” “You cannot lie to save your life, my fellow ginger,” Marcas said. “Tragic, truly. I thought I found a kindred spir

By the time recess came along, Iris was the personification of teenage angst, angry anxiety, and the insatiable need to kill. It was a scowl harsh enough to convince the students to give her a wide berth. Even the teachers ignored her, settling for calling someone else for the answers for once. Iris stomped through the halls, bumping into people, refusing to apologise as she went. She may or may not have stepped on some people’s feet but she didn’t care as she continued with her route. Neither the library nor the cafeteria was available options for her to spend her lunch; the library was closed off for investigation and the cafeteria would be crowded with gossiping students. Iris was a ticking bomb waiting to explode and staying away from confrontation was the best way to avoid an explosion from happening. Crawford Academy was a massive school surrounded by tall trees, built to resemble an age-old English boarding school with a d