Start: 7/05
Finish: 12/06
Fabiola is a young Haitian girl with a rather complicated life. She will try several times to end her life but she will come across her guardian angel who was watching over her without her knowing it.
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-𝟶𝟾:𝟹𝟶- Nothing special happened yesterday after I went to the locker. I went to my English Literature and Culture class and it went pretty well because there was no Claudia with me because it's a major and during majors we're not necessarily together.
In my group there were just some people from my class that I didn't know and Tae.
But back to the present. This morning my mother decided to give me a hard time because she had been told that I had, quote, "self-excluded from class" when I didn't feel like staying in this class full of persecutors for one more second.
- Fabiola Louis I warned you yesterday not to do the same thing to me again, so why am I still being called to tell me that you missed two classes? Huh?!
-....
All I wanted to do was burst into tears and tell my mother how I really felt because it hurts me to be lectured by my mother when her daughter is suffering a lot inside. But I wouldn't tell her because I already know the movie, she'll tell me that I'm talking nonsense or that I'm possessed (yes possessed) and I don't need remarks like that.
- Answer me I said! She said while yelling at me and hitting my shoulder.
- I-I'm going to go wash myself so I won't be late... I say softly while holding back my tears.
I then head to the shower and start my morning routine of crying in the shower.
-𝟶𝟾:𝟻𝟶- This morning I didn't eat anything because I don't feel like it, but here is my outfit for today.
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I then grab my jacket, my tote bag and decide to go catch the bus.
-𝟶𝟿:𝟷𝟻- Well today no library for me because I was starting at nine. Today I have the mood at zero, in this moment I have only one thought in my head...
-𝟶𝟿:𝟺𝟶- The English Literature and Culture class had been going on for quite some time now and the teacher was currently explaining what was going to happen.
- So, since we are almost at the end of the semester and some of you have a falling grade point average, I decided that you would have to give me a paired presentation on an American or English singer.
- Is that all?
- Yes that's it, I want your presentation topic to be as simple as possible so that you can get a good grade and of course if you don't present your work on the same day it's a zero without negotiation.
- Should we choose our partner?
- Surprise, I'm the one who's going to pair up!
Everyone started to grumble and the teacher took a pen and her notebook that she had been using since the beginning of the year. . The teacher formed the groups and only me and...
- To finish, Fabiola, you'll go with Tae.
Great... now Claudia will want to kill me more than anything else. She doesn't like me and if she learns that I am in pair with her boyfriend, it's fucked for me...
*DRING DRING*
- So I'll put the homework for next time on the WhatsApp group and give you until the beginning of next semester to give me a nice presentation. Now you may go class and have a great day.
-𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟻- I'm currently heading to the back table and hoping this time to get some clothes intact today, but since I'm destined to have a chaotic life. Claudia does the same thing to me as always and I stumble once again.
- But you still haven't figured out how to stand on your legs the mud eater?
I clench my fists and decide to stand up to face her for the first time.
- First of all we don't eat mud in Haiti, secondly my name is Fabiola and thirdly I'm going to have to kindly ask you to stop knocking me down every time.
- Oh the mud eater is rebelling I see! Do you want a medal now? She said as she came dangerously close to my person.
- Leave her alone Claudia. Intervenes her boyfriend.
- Are you kidding? She has literally just held my head and I hate it. She says by putting her attention on her partner. Especially when it comes from a rotten sock like her. She says by throwing me her glass of water in the face after putting some yoghourt on my sweater.
Everyone started filming the scene, making low masses and laugh at me.
- Now listen to me, you good-for-nothing, Claudia said, grabbing the back of my head. Let this be the last time you stand up to me, is that clear? No one likes you here and no one is going to defend you so it's better for you to stay in your place. If you're not happy you can just disappear and no one will care about you anyway!
I couldn't hold back so I started to let out a few tears.
