You Will Never Know

You know fully well that the smartest thing to do is to go to detention, but that will make you look either obedient or remorseful, none of which you wanted to give Miss Sheridan the satisfaction of having. While walking on the hallway, you saw miss Sheridan up ahead and kept walking towards her, defiance sprawl all over your face. She didn't believe her eyes when you walked past and completely ignore her calls. That's felt good, you thought..

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By the time you were at the front door, you were already expecting a storm, what you weren't in for was how big it was going to be.

Contrary to your expectation, you opened the door to a well arranged table, served with your favourite dish, you could easily tell that from the number of plates on the table. Okay, this makes no sense, you thought..

For the rest of the day, you were treated like a prince and showered with love. The evening came, and Dad arrived, but wasn't alone. The other vehicle with him, seem to be military.

That would turn out to be the last time you saw your parents in the seven years that followed.
It was two weeks to your birthday when you were assigned to a top secret mission, so secretive that you only the captain had any reasonable detail, or the route/itenary.

Rumours were that your unit was about to be responsible for the death of the Russian president. Another was that you were being sent on an expedition mission to Mars through a recently acquired portal technology. The top secret nature of the mission didn't really help. For the first time in seven years, you thought of your parents with affection, what they will look like now, how well they've aged, should you visit? But somewhere underneath, you thought to yourself, these are questions you're never going to know the answers to, cause you're supposedly dead to them, and them to you.

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