One day

Chapter 2

My name is Sen, one day my friend was dragged to the police station.

That friend's name is Sana, my classmate. In my eyes she is quite a personality, although her family is not considered cultured, she has never done anything illegal.

The news that Sana was caught by the police and my mother told me on a beautiful morning, she just said so casually, I didn't care much. After all, the two of us are from different worlds, how does Sana's play affect me?

At best, I'm in the same class as Sana.

“Seeing people say that no one to bail her out,” My mother squeezed the water from the towel, each stream of water dripping into the plastic basin, it seemed quite shimmering in the sunlight. Mother continued: "Sitting at the police station since yesterday."

So Sana has been at the police station for two days now?

This news must have been around for a long time, even my mother knew, so there's no way Sana's family hadn't heard, yet no one came to pick her up. Too bad her family abandoned her.

Two days… Two days in a police station, it's pointless and a waste of time. She could have done a lot of useful things, but unfortunately, she was locked up there.

But since she didn't do anything useful, what's wrong with being locked up?

The thought sent shivers down my spine, and a moment of inattention sent me slipping down the stairs. My mother let out a frightened cry, shook off the work in her hands, and ran to help me up. After confirming that I was not seriously injured, she went to get the medical box, constantly scolding me for my carelessness.

I touched the back of my head and it was cold and it was bleeding. Hearing my mother blame me like that, I can only laugh at it, who said I don't really care.

Medical bandages wrapped around my forehead, sometimes covering my eyes, making my vision blurry, so I got lost in my thoughts.

To be honest, the police station is a concept that I subconsciously reject. I'm scared every time I hear about the police, so I've never had anything to do with it, and even my friends have never had to work with the police.

But my classmate was caught in that scary place one day. I don't think she's bad in class, she's also moderate, more than a bunch of people who like to play bad.

My mother suddenly asked a question that interrupted my train of thought, she said: "Can I go to school now? Can I call the teacher to ask for leave?"

"Yes, it's okay." I don't feel dizzy or anything like that, maybe just a little bleeding, can still go to class. For me, it's really annoying to miss school, to take notes, to have friends ask questions, etc. But there's nothing to do at home.

It seems that my head has a bit of a real influence, from morning until riding on a familiar bike I still think nonsense, can't concentrate. The wound on my head is just starting to hurt now, oh my, I should have missed school today.

I parked the bike, glanced around to cross the street, accidentally making eye contact with Sana again. That's right, Sana, that curly hairstyle, that cool outfit, who is in the police station if it's not her?

I immediately looked away, my inner self was a bit shy, I wonder how she feels when I caught her in this situation? Honestly, I don't want to see this pathetic appearance of other people either.

I saw the moment when the street was deserted, quickly lifted my foot to cycle to the classroom, pretending that I didn't see Sana just now.

Not beyond my expectation, my friends saw me coming and immediately flocked to ask, although I didn't want to say much because it was too painful but still tried to laugh through it. I encourage myself, soon the pain will be over.

There was one student absent in the class, but no one was interested, so I don't think it's convenient to mention it. Breaktime wasn't unusual, until it was gym class, when everyone had free time to talk, someone mentioned Sana.

"I heard rumors that Sana stole so I was caught by the police, I don't know if it's true?"

For a moment the whole class quieted down, and soon there were voices intermingling. People without limits said everything they heard about Sana as if they were very understanding of her person and her situation.

I'm an introvert, it wouldn't be surprising if I was quiet and didn't like to talk. But this time my silence came from ignorance.

I've always thought that Sana is like everyone else, it's just that her family lacks a good environment to raise her, and Sana isn't inherently bad. Yet… the way other people talk about Sana isn't what I thought it would be.

She is a mean person, belonging to the lower strata of society, the future will definitely not work properly but will play or fall into social evils. The image is like the poor people now.

This life is really hard for Sana.

If only she had been born into a better family, she wouldn't have been told like this. But what do I know about her? What if she's really mean?

"Dammit-" The bell to change the class rang, all the students went back to their seats one by one, some of them still wanted to finish a few sentences with their friends. So when the teacher entered the class, it was still not stable, really noisy.

Even now my head still hurts, I can't hear what the teacher is saying.

I kept looking up at the board, then back down at my book, realizing that I had only written down half of the lesson. Seeing that, I borrowed your book to copy it. After copying three lines, I started to lose focus again, as if my brain wanted to rest.

I must have scratched my hair too much to attract attention, my tablemate asked: "Are you okay?"

I say it's okay, it must be fake, it hurts too much, but right now I just want to be quiet, it's best not to talk to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to answer.

My elbows are still on the table, my left hand begins to move from the top of my head down to my cheek. I patronize, my face is slightly tilted so that she can't see my expression, trying to look normal and copy the next lesson.

"I'm fine..." I chirped cheerfully, "Today's post is too long, I can't copy it all!"

My friend also replied: "Yes, there is an exam coming up, so the homework is a bit too much."

I did not continue to speak, concentrated on copying a few words, and then closed the book and returned it to her. I think it's not too late to copy it later, but now I can't study anymore.

After enduring for a while, the school finally let go of school, I ran to the first car park, wanting to get the bike quickly home. On the way, I felt quite tired, thinking about it all the more exhausted my strength, but when I was about to go to the police station, I didn't know.

Thinking about the scene in the morning, I gritted my teeth and cycled as fast as I could, praying that Sana wouldn't see it. In the end, because I pedaled too fast, my bike slipped off the chain.

Fortunately, I passed the police station, I don't know if Sana saw me, because I didn't even dare to glance at it just now.

I couldn't fix it, so I decided to take the bike home. On the way, I couldn't help but feel funny, funny that I avoided meeting Sana. Obviously, I don't have a relationship with her, I'm afraid of anything, just pretend I don't know her.

“…”

I don't know why I went back to the police station again, maybe I was too free.

The policeman saw me standing in front of the door and asked, "Do you have a problem?"

I was confused for a while, Sana also noticed me, she glanced at me and then lowered her face again. I feel like she doesn't want to see me, maybe I should go home, but somehow my words are the opposite.

“I'm her sister,” I tiptoed inside, saying, “I'm here to pick her up.”

The policeman furrowed his brows in confusion and turned to look at Sana as well. Sana didn't expect me to say those words, a surprised expression appeared on her face.

My limbs were shaking a bit, this is the first time I have lied so blatantly. Moreover, this is also lying to the police, and I am shorter than her, surely people will know that I lied to be her sister.

I really regret it, cursing myself for being so stupid, I should have gone straight home. I'm going to get caught if I do this, my mother is sad for sure, but I'm more worried about how my classmates will talk about me.

Will they talk about me like they did in the morning?

The policeman sighed, and my heart skipped a beat. It's over, it's over, I'll be arrested at the police station.

"Okay, go sign the papers and come back."

“Ye- Yes?” I was shocked, did not understand his decision.

“Do you not understand? Come in and sign the certificate, then go back." After saying this, the policeman also left me at the door and went inside to get the papers himself.

I was still shaking a little, forgetting for a moment the pain of the pain jumping over my head, awkwardly following in. Sana didn't say anything, I didn't dare to look at her closely, and frantically accepted the pen the police gave me.

After I finished, I went to Sana and shyly said, "Let's go-". My voice showed an awkwardness that made me very embarrassed.

Well, I managed to do something useful anyway, considering I didn't waste time in vain just now. It's just that Sana's silence makes me think about a lot of possibilities, like she'll think I'm weird…

It's not cool, if she thinks I'm like that then her friends will think of me too. Then worse, the whole school will think I'm a freak, and I, a quiet person, won't be able to explain.

Of course, I don't think Sana will speak badly of me, I'm just thinking about the possibilities.

Hmm, it seems my thinking is going too far.

Later, when I grow up, I will probably go to a psychologist to treat this bad habit of thinking around.