On the way home, Kiera admired the beautiful work of art--birds merrily chirping, grasses dancing in the wind, leaves rustling upon contact. It was not only art, but it was music too. She loved nature the way it was. She hated that her own kind contaminated everything. Humans were horrible. They hurt animals, abused them, and burnt plants. No, she was not vegan or vegetarian, but she did not feel that it was right.
For example, the poaching of elephants for their tasks, which was only high in calcium that they could easily obtain from milk and many other food and drinks. It was pure cruelty, ripping them of their tasks, and leaving them there to bleed out.
She scowled at the thought. She tried to raise her spirits by thinking about the small garden she tended to every day. Gradually, a small smile slipped onto her face. She saw her home approaching. She pressed a button to indicate that she wanted to alight before quickly alighting. She walked to her block and then took a lift up. She walked to her home and unlocked the door. She placed her bag in her room before watering the plants that she cultivated and then went back into the house and locking the door.
She was home alone as her mother was out working. She went to her room and sat in a chair before relaxing for about five minutes. She thought back on all the insults she had received that day about her intelligence, body size, and personality.
She was not naturally smart, she worked hard for it. She was a bit chubby, but it was not that bad. In fact, she had a healthy weight. She did not have the best personality, but she always tried her best to be nice to everyone and do her best. She always made sure not to judge people because everyone has a real them under the facade the put up. The real them who is strong enough to survive through everything that life has thrown in their way.
She did not understand why people could not accept her. She always tried her best to get people to stop hating on her, but she never could, and it made her really upset. All she wanted was for everyone to accept her. She thought, 'I guess that's okay. I can't always please everyone. That's just how life works, I guess.'
She took a bath and then began working on her homework. When she did her homework, everything else seemed to fade away. No thoughts, no feelings, just her and her homework. She liked math. It was challenging and perhaps that was what she liked about it. But the thing she liked the most about the hellish subject was how it gave her hope that every problem had multiple solutions. That was what she liked. It was not all about x's and y's but also logic. Everything had a logical explanation behind it. Maybe that was why she never got mad at people. There was a reasoning behind every action, every word. It may not be a good reason, but it was still one.
She liked German too. It was her third language. Though she did not like her second language, Chinese, she loved her third one. She loved knowing multiple languages. It was an accomplishment because growing up, she was always better in mathematics and science. Her languages were never good. But having German, it proves to her that hard work had results. And she felt that it was a lot simpler to learn German than Chinese.
In fact, she got an A in German the previous year while she got a B in Chinese (something that she was devastated over because she had worked really hard). She complained about her Chinese result the entire day because it was the only subject that stopped her from getting her 4.0 GPA (perfect score). She was extremely close to tears that day.
As she continued doing her homework. The clock slowly ticked, time slowly draining away. She had a lot of time left, but maybe not everyone did...
