Tangled Souls: Shards Of A Broken Life

Serwaa

Leah cared so much for me. She woke me up and got me ready for school by doing my hair. I must say, I did look splendid in my shirt and short grey pleated skirt.

"Mrs. Orwell, I'm quite nervous. Can I skip breakfast?"

With a smile she said "No, no breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

We had sandwiches and cranberry juice for breakfast and she drove us off to school. I start in the back with August who hurriedly finished of his homework. He was an 11th grader, same as me.

I was shown to my class at school. I sat in the back next to an empty seat, the one which was closer to the wall and dropped my bag on the other seat. I looked down at my laps trying to avoid all the eyes scanning me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." said a rather high pitched voice which belonged to a brown haired girl. Wow, she was pretty. I lifted my bag and she sat.

" I am Serwaa. And you are...?" She said indicating for me to throw in my name.

"Reigna." I answered sharply.

"Oopsie! You're not so lucky to have me as your desk pal. And what school are you from?" She asked, roaming her eyes all over me. She seemed annoying but I liked her already.

"BHS." I replied with a sigh.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh you mean the school with the hotter boys with abs and all?" She asked looking like a drooling anime character.

"Maybe." I chuckled and rolled my eyes at her.

Our biology teacher entered the class and apologised for being late. He made me introduce myself to the class.

Biology and Math ended soon. During lunch, August walked right past me in the hallway like I was invisible. Wow, wierd flex, but okay. I followed Serwaa and sat at her table where her group of friends were waiting. She kept throwing glances in a certain direction. I follow her glance only to realise who she was looking at. August...he was already staring at her...mmm I see.

School ended after what seemed like years.

"Uh...I think you left a trinket on the bed in the staircase room. Seems old. Where did you get it?" Leah asked? Trying to make conversation.

I looked at my feet for almost 3 minutes before speaking.

"I was already wearing it around my neck the day I got uh...abducted. I suppose that's a picture of my real mother and I" my voice fell a pitch lower as I recalled the unpleasant day when I was separated from the woman who birthed me.

"Y-you mean you were ummm uh... kidnapped?" Leah asked with confusion and disbelief.

"Yeah... I was five years old or so. My mother took me to a fair and was getting me cotton candy. And then before I could scream I was carried into a car with weird people. They took me to some deserted place and I overheard one of them saying 'oh no! We've got the wrong one'. Later, one of them said he was taking me home but instead he dropped me in front of a really nice house one night. That was when Marcia, my foster mum had pity on me and took me in when she saw me.

She gave me all I needed but I barely saw her she was always overseas and so I was left in the care of her brother who was never sober. For fear of further abuse and torture I moved into the attic because he was always so dizzy from drunkenness to climb up there. In that house the attic was my haven I guess." I let out a loud sigh holding back tears.

Leah was speechless and she wiped her tears and hugged me saying everything would be fine. Would it really be?

" Don't you want to do anything about your Foster uncle arrested or something?" Leah asked in irritation.

" No please as much as I want to, he's all Marcia's got." I reply too quickly.

Leah nodded in understanding.

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