I am 14 years old, I have two parents, and a brother who is ten years older than me. He has been the darling of the whole family since he was a child.
Although my grades were average and nothing extraordinary, I lived a happy life. I was loved by my parents and elder brother and lived a carefree life. My biggest worry was just how to handle the weekly exams.
Now I am a junior high school student who is busy studying. I have just left my tutor's house and plan to go home.
Today, before I got home, my parents died, and the murderer was in my house, and without knowing anything about it, I ran into each other head on.
If I were really the ordinary female student I thought I was, then this would be an unfortunate tragedy.
But, I'm not!
Meeting that person made me realize that I was more than just me, more than the girl called Angel by her parents and brother.
Sorry, rest in peace, Dad, Mom.
Forget me, brother.