EMOTIONS

TWO:) ROTTEN EGG

Listen to Homesick by Dua lipa.....

I start to empty my bags, making sure to be smart about it. I take everything out and place them together at a spot according to their uses.

Detergents, soaps, body lotions, perfumes and all wearables were at a spot while my snacks, cutlery sets, provisions (milk, chocolate, sugar, cornflakes, golden morn, biscuits) and ingredients were on another spot. I get up as soon as I was sure I'd done all she might need me to, standing with my hands crossed behind my back.

She looks up at me and then looks down at what I'd done and grimace at the sight.

I follow her line of sight, looking at the contents of all five bags of mine to check if I did anything wrongly. But everything looked alright, atleast to me.

"Is it that most of you girls are born stupid? Or is there some kind of mental illness you all in here have?", She asks in a distasteful manner.

What a rude woman this is...

I stay quiet because I did not have any answer to provide.

It doesn't seem to please her though as her face twists further. "Madam I'm talking to you! Who said you could come to a boarding school with cookable items? What is a carton of noodles doing in your bag?"

"Ma, I'm not the one that packed my bags", I answer honestly.

She mimics me and I frown at how awful that sounded coming from her.

I hear a hiss from her, a good hiss —that type that comes from someone who's spent years hissing at everything.

Resuming whatever she had going on, the room was left uncomfortably silent. Asides from the sounds coming from her rough writing, there was nothing.

"Have anybody ever told you how annoying you are?" She asks after a minute and I open my mouth in shock.

I don't utter a word, finding more interest in my wristwatch.

Once again, she's displeased. "Are you an imbecile? Don't you know how to talk?", She practically shouts at me, getting all red. Now that she's angry and flushed, I get to see how nasty her makeup was.

"Ma, it was my mom that packed my bag. Maybe she didn't know Noodles were not allowed. I'm sorry Ma", I apologize dubiously.

"Is your mom an illiterate? Doesn't she know how to read? Because I am sure you were provided a list of things to bring and otherwise".

Even I, the most stupid and naive person anyone could ever meet, knew that what just came out this lady's mouth was wrong. In every way. And to make matters worse, Mom walks in immediately she drops her last word.

I didn't turn to look at Mom because I knew what she already looked like. My eyes were on the lady who I know just made a very big mistake by involving my mom in this matter.

I watch as her face turns pale to the sight of Mom and as quickly as regret shows on it, defense takes over.

"Madam did I just hear you right?", Mom asks a bit calmly. Which only meant one things —after the calm, comes the storm.

I'm pretty sure that saying is that other way around but with Mom, it's simply the opposite.

"Madam, you didn't knock before coming in", was what the lady started with.

Mom is ignorant about the knocking part. "Did you just call me an illiterate in front of my child?".

This time around, I think mom's voice echoes. The lady ignores the loud question and gets up.
Now standing, she looks shorter and a bit less intimidating. Not to me though, I fear everyone.