I accepted the generous ice cream donation and stood back to lick it carefully, gratefully, in a manner that was meant to piss my enemies. This was a first of many, the first generous humane act towards me. The first person in Maslow High School to publicly treat me like I cared, like I was a girl who deserved some love and attention. This entry needed to make its way to the guniese world book of records.I looked up at Cage and found him staring at the group on the other side of the pool. The group of bullies were openly staring at him too. The whole class freezed and stopped murmuring as they joined the staring contest between the two. The teacher was confused about the silence too and stood up to ask what the problem was.Vince had a sore face from the fight earlier today and Cage had a sore face too. It was clear, the battle that was going on. Giving me the ice cream meant that Cage had declared a public war with Vince and his group, or what was really happening?I remember the co
Sometimes it feels like my whole life is a tragic story, a tragic sad story that people are watching in front of the televisions and theatres to have fun. For fan. Masking fan of my predicaments and everything about me.“Are you even listening,” Barbra cried.“Uh what was it, “ I attempted to make up for being absent minded the entire time she was in the middle of telling me a whole big story.“Nothing,” she replied obviously pissed off.Living inside my head was an art that I had mastered, an art I had perfected everyday of the year. I could be physically resent, but mentally absent. It was an art you adopted and perfected when you didn’t want to live anymore. When you didn’t acre, have stopped caring, have given up and are done with trying.“By the way, I meant to tell you,” She coughed.Tell me what? I asked pretending to be curious at whatever she wanted to tell me.I wasn’t used to people hanging around me the whole day, lest of all, people whispering above my shoulder the whole
There is a phrase that claims that the truth always hurts. No one wants to hear the truth, no one wants to accept it or confirm it.The reason the bullies always have the upper hand is because they are willing to address the truth, they didn’t care about what the society is ashamed of or is willing to go to multiple extents to ide.For instance, I am fat and I am ashamed of that I didn’t want to accept it. Unlike the gossipers that will tell me that I am God’s image and likeness and go ahead to gossip about it, they are blunt about it. ‘Yeah Fatrez, you are fat, you actually look like a hippopotamus,’’ that’s the language of the bullies. Very true, straight to the point, no sugar coating. That’s why the truth always hurts, I really don’t want to be told that I am fat.“Oh,’’ I simply gasped at Barbra’s detailed explanation.Saying that I didn’t care really meant that I care. But I didn’t really care, I had made that decision today, to never care, to stop trying hard every day. To stop
I took my small bag and placed it on the spot in front of the mirror as I adjusted my towel around my waist being careful not to look at anyone. The washrooms were full of life and bussing as everyone tried to change clothes while making small talk and gossip. Slowly but still unsure I unwrapped my towel from around me and placed it on top if the changing table. Barbra had gone to the washroom and I began unbraiding my grey pigtails so they could dry up. It wasn’t a big job, there were only around four or five pigtails. After unbraiding them successfully, I tried towel drying before making a final decision to use the hand dryer. It had been my sport and fan since I was young. We would go to restaurant then I would stand under the drier as I let the warm and hot air pass through my hair. It wasn’t working and after a while I decided that I was to grown for this. I made a move to go back to the worktop in front of the mirror before something or rather someone roughly shoved me on the
I moved back at the sound of the loud scream from Sasha. Everyone came forward to look at her as she burst into sobs. I looked at her to find out what weas wrong, there was clearly no snake around, and I couldn’t see a serial killer what was happening. “Why would you do that to me?’ She asked a torn and broken-down voice. I looked around at everyone, trying to find out who she was addressing for doing the atrocity that had made her break down. “You, don’t pretend,’’ she wailed as she pointed a finger at me and I gasped, clearly not understanding anything. “I didn’t do anything, what just happened?” I asked too as everyone who had the sounds gathered around to find out who the problem was. “You touched me, you touched me by force,” she explained and everyone inside the washroom began gasping and wondering what had just happened in hoc. “You touched my breast,” She repeated as everyone heard whatever she was screaming and crying about. “That’s a lie, I didn’t touch you, I didn’t
That was close. Really close. Why did people really hate me so much. If it was one person, it would be understandable, the best and most decent explanation would be, she has an attitude. But to have a group of people who all hate you was something else, something out of this world. I couldn’t really remember how it all began. All I remember is that one day I woke up and realized that almost everyone in Maslow High School hated me. It had built up slowly, like a process that was sure, it didn’t come slowly. If perhaps I gave out handouts and surveys, for people to fill and say why they hate Perez so much. I slowed down my pace and heaved in and out. What were they girls in the toilet aiming at. Did they want to beat me up or had a better plan. Either way, I was in big trouble, I was halfway dead, a walking corpse. Going to the principal’s office with such claims, that I had touched a girl would tarnish my reputation forever. My reputation not just in school, but also at home. The re
‘‘What?’’ he asked again refusing to believe I had said those words. I moved back a few steps while clutching my bag tighter. ‘‘If you are that tough and strong, why are you clutching your bag?’’ he mocked as he eyed me keenly while rubbing his hands together. Edric and Ryan came out from the sidelines and stood full height while eyeing me keenly. ‘‘ I need to ask you a question and I just want you to answer it honestly, that is all,’’ I began while still clutching my bag, in case I needed to flee or considered it too heavy. ‘‘Well, well, well, look who has grown tiny little horns with the bravery of a chicken nugget.’’ The chief of bullies commented as he took one step forward. ‘‘ I see you are a man and need to talk man to man, with me, I mean after all these years, you have finally found your pathetic little voice and trust me, you are doing poorly,’’ he informed again Edric began laughing. What was so funny. I only needed to ask him why he kept following me around if he hate
The bully made one more step forward and I took another one back. I had always known that I would die, but never in my life did I think that it would be so abrupt, so fast, that the moment would come looming in front of my eyes, before I was finally gone. The bully stopped moving and his chest began moving up and down in angry breaths whatever it was. ‘‘Do you need an inhaler?’’ I offered worried, I didn’t hate him, I didn’t want him die. Edric and Ryan were all there beside him, watching everything in amusement. Why did he always have body guards around him, the bully never walked alone, he moved with a pack and anyone who needed to move with a pack was weak, the bully was weak, he couldn’t stand on his own. After I finished my statement, he held his chest with one hand and pretended to be hurting because of my words. ‘‘I have always suspected that you are mad, totally crazy, but this right here is outrageous,’’ he added again. Exactly, if I am crazy shouldn’t you be out there
A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.
I pushed the large window to open fully and watched as he jumped in with a loud thud. ‘‘Be silent, someone is going to hear you,’’ I warned in a whisper as I suppressed a little girls giggle. It felt I was torn between leaving my window open so the bully could witness everything. He always made sure he gave me lessons at love with his little conquests every day, by leaving his window open, and putting the lights on so could watch every little detail, every single step as they kissed with him lifting his small whores against and doing all kinds of stuff to them. like I was cheating on him, so I pulled the window closed and turned around. ‘‘Heeeeeeey,’’ he greeted again as he pulled me into a warm hug. ‘‘Heey, ‘’ I greeted back as I hugged him too. ‘‘You smell so nice,’’ he commented as he pulled me closer to inhale his masculine scent. ‘‘Your cologne is also awesome,’’ I complemented, ‘‘What is it called?’’ I asked even though was sure that I would forget the name as soon as he
I mouthed an awful goodnight to everyone at the table and didn’t stay behind long enough to hear wherever they would, say. I was just done with humanity and everything about them. ‘‘Don’t forget about tomorrow, its along day,’’ my papa screamed as hr shouted goodnight too. IO smiled and nodded my head before taking the flight of stairs towards my room. I got in closed the door and laid on the floor flat, with my head facing the wall. This room was my safe place, it was one of the only places in the world where I felt whole, The ceiling board was familiar as usual, the normal designs, the walls boring as ever. Boring and me always belonged in the same sentence, my life was boring, terribly boring, nothing about it could spark or raise eyebrows, it wasn’t even spiced up a little. I closed my eyes and just lay there for almost an hour, I wanted to feel nothing, I wanted to be numb to emotion, immune to love or hurt. I didn’t want to be human anymore. My headache was getting even w
‘‘Beauty is all around you, all you have to do is open your eyes and see it’’ Dinner was boring as usual; it was just the sound of forks and spoons clinking on the plate as we all savored whatever was left inside our plates. The only time I ever felt alive was when I was eating. Food made me feel whole, it made feel like looking up to the next meal. There was a conversation going on around me, I made myself immune to whatever was being said, I blocked the words from reaching my ears. I had already given up, died inside a long time ago, the only thing I was doing right now was feeling up my body. I did not have a soul. I focused on the sounds the fork and knife made as it hit my plate and objectified my food as I became totally absent from everything that was happening around me. A hand tapped my shoulder and I gasped loudly in shock. ‘‘Sorry, but are you okay?’’ It was my step mama again, what was she even trying to do, by being good to me out of the blue. ‘‘I am fine,’’ I repli
Every day, people ask if you are okay. A random stranger inside the bus pretends to care and ask if you are fine, because your palms are sweating, or your lips trembling, from your struggle with anxiety. But most of the time, no one does, its pretense. The moment I got into the house, I wish I didn’t, they all seemed to be in a happy mood, happy for no good reason and I feared they might want me to join them and perhaps, perhaps I wouldn’t be able to, lest they notice that my spirit has given up. ‘‘Hellooooo,’’ my father greeted as he stood up to come and say hi. I was really uncomfortable and he knew, I wasn’t up for all the happy merry, the high vibes, I wanted it low and quiet, I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. That’s how a child grows up when their mother abandons them, it’s the only way for them to cope up, you lay low and lock up all your feelings in a cage, you become numb, because feelings are useless, humans abuse them all the time, you better not have them. ‘‘Hey pa
I literally rolled my eyes at the phrase, it was one of the most common things I had heard in school everywhere, despite the fact that I didn’t have much friends. That was so ordinary, it was a common phrase to tell a girl, it could get someone arrested. ‘‘ Girl, now you have standards about what to be done and what not to be done, and yet just recently you didn’t have a chance?’’ my conscience screamed at me after detecting what I had just done. ‘‘That is so lovely, oooouh,’’ I let out a fake mona as I struggled so hard not to laugh or do anything. God, I am evil too, kill me , punish me, make me repent. I laughed inwardly. I was currently doing well, experiencing a series of absolute highs that I couldn’t comprehends. What did I do to deserve all this. Would he have been heart broken if at all I had done it, if at all I had succeeded in taking away my life yesterday, perhaps he would have, perhaps he wouldn’t have. ‘‘ I think I like you,’’ he blurted out. ‘‘ What ?’’ I asked
“ Well , that was my mama, she is preparing…’’ oooups, I almost ruined the surprise. “ What surprise, I thought you said it,’’ I asked even more curious and surprised. “ Well, I guess you will just have to wait and trust me on this,’’ she laughed as she threw her hair back while looking at me. “ I got to go, brush my teeth and stuff, I have been sleeping since forever,’’ I cried. “ And yesterday, I tried calling you several times, you weren’t picking.’’ “Really? What time?’’ “ At night, wanted to face time you now, and gossip, and anormal stuff, okay, okay, I can be too much sometimes, let that slide,’’ she spoke fast. “ Is that Barbra feeling insecure?’’ I laughed at the thought. She was one of the most confident human being that I knew who existed in planet earth, confidence and her always belonged in one sentence. “Lol, go get a shower and eat whatever you getting for breakfast, but I warn you, be ready for the surprise,’’ she winked before blowing kisses in the air and han
I pulled the window down and drew back the curtains before standing on that position for a while , while just inhaling and exhaling the air around e. It was full of Cage, his scent everything. Perhaps all we need is a little lo9ve, all humanity needs is a little love to save it form drowning some one to care, someone to hug and hold your hand. I coiled in bed and hugged the balloon he had brought. It was laying on my chest with my hands draped around it as it felt warm. He was the sign, a sign form heaven above, a miracle, everything that I had hoped I would have but was too sacred to admit. I pulled up the sheets and turned off the bedside lamp, before closing my eyers. The balloon was still in my arms and my head was supported on the part of the bed where Cage had been sitting, it felt different, it felt better, it still smelt of him, it made me want to try again. *** It was another morning, a Saturday. Saturdays always felt so boring, boring because I was always stuck at home
Sometimes all you need is a little love. A big hug, and someone to care. It heals the soul, repairs wounds that are beneath the skin and makes someone want to live again. ‘‘Tell me, what is it like?’’ Cage asked. ‘‘What is what like?’’ I laughed back. We were sitting in a position that I still couldn’t believe. Vince should probably see this, see me happy, see someone treating me like a human being. I wanted a picture of this moment, I wanted to remember it so that the next time the bullies threw a fracas or decided to belittle me, I would literally through the image on their faces and run. Nothing slaps differently and hits hard like seeing your enemy happy, that is why the ice cream incident affected them so much. ‘‘ I mean being you, sleeping in this big bed like a princess and having a magnificent view of the town and street from your window, I can’t imagine,’’ he said as he tickled my nose. He was laying on my bed with his back, with a billow over his lap and me laying on