It's been eight years since she lost someone she loved, six years since she lost something she didn't wanted to lose, five years since she was with someone she didn't wanted to be with, seven years since she was looked towards with pity and four yea...
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Valencia's journey to her locker was short but painful. A lot of looks were thrown towards her. The teachers and students looked towards her with pity, hatred, disgust. Some threw belittled gazes towards her while some chose to ignore her, nothing she wasn't used to.
She put her bag in the locker and went to her classroom, sitting on the farthest bench possible. A few minutes later, students started filling the classroom and chatting with each other. Their chatting session ceased when the teacher entered the classroom.
Their teacher, Mrs Stone, a middle-aged woman with strawberry blonde hair in a neat bun, green eyes, a petite figure and cat-eyed glasses set on her sharp nose, entered the class and started teaching about U.S.S.R.
Mrs Stone was asking questions from students one by one.
"Miss Griffin, can you answer this question," said Mrs Stone.
Silence. No one said a word.
The teacher called the same name twice but no one answered. Then a girl pointed to Valencia, who wasn't paying any attention to the teacher.
"Valencia Griffin," roared the teacher and for a reply, she got a glance from Valencia.
"Miss Griffin, I've been calling you for the last five minutes. Why aren't you responding to me?"
"Mrs Stone, I've been saying that my name is not Valencia Griffin but Valencia Ramiro for the last three years. Why isn't the school changing it?", replied the grey-eyed girl coolly.
Not being used to the backtalk, the teacher flushed.
"The school system can't change any of your personal information unless your guardian says so," muttered the blonde teacher.
"Well then, there isn't a Valencia Ramiro here. Only Valencia Griffin, right?"
The teacher looked a little conflicted, but nodded, nonetheless.
"Great. My presence here isn't required because I am Valencia Ramiro, not Griffin. You can search for your Valencia Griffin and her answer somewhere else. If you'll excuse me," with that said the brown-haired girl left the class, with the teacher having a dumbfounded expression on her face and the students whispering to each other.
Valencia roamed the empty corridors for a while and then made her way towards the music room. It's mostly empty after their music teacher resigned from her post. She went inside and sat on one of the seats present there.
She didn't do anything. Just sitting near the musical instruments gave her peace. It was her safe haven.
Her head rested against the head of the chair and her eyes closed on their own accord trying to find a little way out of her thoughts.
But she was afraid. Afraid of all those voices in her head tormenting her, making her feel guilty and ashamed of herself. She knew even if she wants to, she can't stop and deny what those voices say. She knew she was a monster. She was pathetic to believe that she was right even once in her whole life.
Valencia's self-loathing session was interrupted by the ringing of the bell indicating that it's time for them to go to another class. She sighed and made her way out of the music room towards her next class.
Her whole day was spent correcting teachers when they were wrong. Why do the school even hire such dumb teachers when they can't remember a thing?
It was lunch break, most of the students were sitting in the cafeteria, some in the school garden and some in the library. Everyone having food and talking with each other. But then there was Valencia, she didn't eat anything, just sitting under a tree at the back of the school with earplugs in her ears, blocking the sounds of the outside world.
After all the classes were over, students and teachers, all were hurrying to go back to their homes. The others will be going back to their home, to their parents, their grandparents, their siblings, their friends, the people whom they trust, they all were going to have fun, eat and sleep peacefully without a tension in the world.
But she didn't, she wasn't hurrying to go anywhere, she didn't have a place to call home. A home is where there are people whom you love and trust from all your heart live and make a beautiful family.
She didn't have people whom she loves or counted on. She didn't have parents, grandparents, siblings or friends who loved her unconditionally. She was a lonely soul trying to find her way out of this world. But she had a purpose,
To find him.
She grabbed her phone and checked the time
15.06
Her shift in the library will start soon so she grabbed her bag and made her way towards the library.
After music, if there was something that made her feel relaxed was reading. The job in the library for her was easy enough, she didn't have to talk to anyone, just take care of the books and do whatever she wants. It paid enough for her to support herself.
The library owner, Mrs Danny, was an old woman with white hair and kind blue eyes. The woman greeted Valencia with a polite smile while she nodded in reply.
Mrs Danny never judged Valencia, her experienced eyes knew that in Valencia's case, there was more than she showed. She knew that something bothered this little gem.
In her eyes, Valencia was a gem, that's why she always called her a little gem.
Valencia never smiled or trusted anybody, but deep down she respected and cared for this old lady whose smile was as warm as a blanket and hot chocolate on a cold and windy day.
After her shift finished, Valencia grabbed her stuff and beelined towards the gate, nodding at Mrs Danny who smiled at her.
She then started walking towards her home.
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Hey, y'all. I updated after a while coz I lost my motivation coz of two things, 1. I thought, my story isn't good enough like the others. Mine contains a lot of dark shit you may not like. And I want my story to be as realistic as possible, so Valencia will have flaws. I don't want it to be perfect. If you don't like it, you can just stop reading. I am not forcing you to read.
2. When I wrote the chapter once, I accidentally deleted it and had to rewrite it.
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