Papa

"The winner of the scientific writing competition for the level of senior high school was won by..."

My name, my name, my name.

"Hasya Liez"

Appropriate. I know my name will be called.

A boisterous applause accompanied my steps to take the trophy and certificate. Walking with a smile and chin raised, this is not the first time I feel great. The adoring gazes of many people always managed to make me feel conceited. Remind me to thank papa later.

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My name is Hasya Liez, at the age of seventeen I have received many awards. My achievements in the academic and non-academic fields are not small. I often entered essay competitions and attended violin recitals. Growing up in an affluent family, I was always facilitated in all things.

But like the other teenagers, I also have a high curiosity. Breaking some rules is not a problem. I've been driving since middle school. It looks illegal, but it's normalized where I live. So, this is not a problem, right?

I have a pretty solid routine at the start of the week. Every time after school I would take part in student clubs or course activities. To be honest, this is very tiring, but my parents say that this is a good provision for my future. If my parents have said that, then I will obey my parents because my parents said that they know what is best for their children.

Nevertheless, the weekend is the time I look forward to the most. I was freed from all kinds of tiring routines. I will fill my weekend with fun things. Go shopping, hang out with friends, enjoy some live music, or sometimes just watch movies at home.

This weekend, I will attend an invitation from my senior at high school. She will be celebrating his eighteenth birthday at the club this Saturday night. I have prepared the dress and gifts that I will give. Looks like it's going to be a fun event, I can't wait.

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The day has come. I'm done getting dressed, time to go. I drove my car to where the party was being held. When I got there I met several people who came from the same school as me. They were seen chatting with glasses filled with alcoholic beverages in hand. I know this shouldn't be happening. It's illegal for minors to drink alcohol, but just like driving before getting a license, it's normalized where I live. So again, this isn't a big deal right?

My eyes kept roaming, trying to find my senior.

"Hi!" said someone while tapping my shoulder from behind.

I turned my head and found the person I was looking for earlier.

"oh, hey Mauryn!" I replied to his greeting.

"You arrived earlier?" asked Mauryn.

"I just arrived. By the way, happy birthday! Best wishes on the rest of your journey." I said while handing her a paper bag containing a gift.

"Oh thank you, dear. I have to go to greet the others, please enjoy the party!"

So, how should I start?

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This is fun!

The night was getting late, but the atmosphere here did not subside. People seemed to really enjoy the party whether they were on the dance floor or just sitting at the bar like me.

This is my second glass, I'm starting to feel a little dizzy but I like it because my body feels lighter. How about this? I don't feel like I would stop.

The clock starts showing the turn of the day, a sign that the party will be over. I feel tired and plan to go home soon. I went out into the parking lot and tried to find my car. When I found it, I rushed to my car.

Just before I managed to get into my car, someone approached me. Asked about my condition and advised me to use a taxi or call the driver. I rejected his suggestion and got into the car and said that I was sober enough to drive.

Oh, a meddler. I am more than capable of driving myself. Just mind your own business.

I started driving a car. The dizziness in my head is increasing, and even now I'm starting to feel a little sleepy. But I feel that I can still drive. I have to hurry home. The streets were very quiet that night, so I decided to increase my speed.

*BAM*

I feel like I hit something. I didn't dare to look outside. How about this? What if the one I hit was a human? What should I do?

Papa. I know papa can help me. I know Papa will always help me. I know Papa will do anything to save me. I have to call Papa.

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"Clean up the crime scene. Eliminate evidence. Negotiate"

"Copy that"

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It turned out that there was an eyewitness that night. He has footage of my car leaving the crime scene. The video is spread on social media. My windshield is dark enough so in the footage it doesn't appear who was driving. Papa paid someone to pretend to be the driver of the car that night.

I think my problem ends there. It turned out that a few people who were present at Mauryn's party knew that I was driving the car. This news spread quickly in my school. They sneered at me and refused to interact with me. The adoring glances were replaced with scornful glances.

Not only that, people at my school started talking about my writing. The news about my father paying someone to do my writing spread along with the incident that night. How did they know about the written work? Why is everyone acting hypocritically like they never cheat on assignments or tests, isn't this the same thing? The only difference is the scale.

All my friends stay away from me. I tried to contact them, but they all blocked my contacts. My life changed in an instant. I dropped out of school and moved abroad. I can't stand those people.

Papa managed to buy me achievements, he also managed to buy laws, but why can't Papa buy friends for me? Why should I be exiled? Why do I have to start all over from scratch? It's all because of Papa. Papa, who made my life like this. This is all Papa's fault.