Chapter 156. Siblings

The senior year, winter holiday, 7 years ago…

This year was my last year at Whitehill Academy as a senior in the 12th grade. Isn't that great?! I smiled widely at myself in the bathroom mirror.

"Ouch!" My cheek got nicked by the razor. "Oh, no, no. Damn." I quickly dabbed at my bleeding cheek with a tissue.

"Clark! Get the hell out of there! It’s almost 7 p.m.!" My mom banged on the bathroom door.

"Yeah, Mom! I’ll be out in a second! Just a little accident!"

"Hurry up and put your clothes on! We’re going to be late!"

"Yes, Mom!"

Following her orders, I rushed to finish shaving, occasionally pressing the cut on my cheek. When I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom, dried off, and put on my shirt and black suit, not forgetting my favorite red bow tie.

"Katching! You look cool!" I shot finger guns at myself in the mirror. Doesn’t it look great? My curly red hair matched perfectly with the red bow tie I was wearing.