PARALYZED: Us Against The World

-Eight

I stayed in my room, all stuffed up in my blanket laying on my bed, feeling defeated.

Had a lot on my plate at the moment, sure I could handle them, I was girl wonder but then even the strongest of us get to go through some kinda break down at some certain points in our lives.

Mom was excited to show us the ultrasound of her pregnancy test. I was happy for her, we all were, honestly but I didn't express much of it over at dinner. I had my own thing I was dealing with.

I watched as mom and dad Steve playfully argue about what the child was gonna be.

"It's gonna be a boy," he said.

" No, it's a girl," mommy said to oppose.

Watching them do their thing made me smile.

I was happy but yet these thoughts clouding my head was in contrast to that.

The harassment from Eunice was becoming something else. From time to time she'd crawl her way to my life like the devil just to down talk me, just to make me feel bad about my little wins. I couldn't help but wonder why Florence was always around her.

They was this one time I went to the rest room, Eunice and two of her friends were also there and for no reason she started her bad talks.

"I wonder how you even manage to use the toilet you can't even stand up straight." She said leading the girls with her to laughter.

"You have a paralysed legs not butt." They were a few insults she threw at me but this one, it really hurt.

It was like a dagger was being squeezed through my chest as it made it's way to my heart.

I've long gone out of her way with acting smart. I've literally stop the raising of hands in class to answer questions asked by the teachers. I still do well with the usual classwork and homework but attempting to answer questions in class, that I don't do anymore.

It's funny, Florence knew I was being bullied by one of her friends and she was doing nothing to stop them. Her friendship felt more important than family.

I needed someone to communicate too. Esther? Maybe;bbut I'm not even sure if we are friends enough to share anything with. We're both being bullied in same class and none of us can stand up for ourselves.

James, Stephen and Andrew are just bunch of nerds, I barely know them the way I know Esther. I doubt they'll be emotionally sensitive.

Dad Steve was already in a happy state, I wouldn't want to ruin that with my school life.

Mom already had work issues and now a child inside of her she needed give all the care she already had.

I can't always be the little girl, the fragile Nimi everyone around the house know as. I just needed to be strong at this point, everyone at some point went through this process, mine is just bit overwhelming that's all.

Taking matters into my own hands, tackling my problems all by myself could just be a step forward to self dependency; that's what I've always wanted to accomplish anyways,but then why does it feel so hard?

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Breakfast, something that surely seemed like a family communion.

Mom still had all the excitement from last night on her. Burnt pancakes and the smile on her face was definitely a sign of that.

We were having the usual fried eggs and pancakes for breakfast, at least it was what it was supposed to be before the pancakes got burnt.

I just sat there watching mom and dad do their side talks, it was like I was kinda deaf or something cause though their lips were both constantly moving, their voices seemed mute enough that I couldn't hear a thing from them; just had a whole lot on my plate, school and stress and definitely feeling awfully different.

I was lost, couldn't connect with what was happening right here.

My first few days of school was really nice, made friends, got a few stand out moments that told everyone I was brilliant and then quite a few envious foes. I was carried away using my first few days to judge how my entire school year was gonna be.

Good days never last, do they?

I'm left to comfort myself with my dad's quote 'nothing last forever.' I should be use to that by now, but everytime it happens the feeling just seemed to be as though I haven't experienced it before.

Looking at the bright side, I still had four great friends from back at school (I think).

Esther, ever enthusiastic to share with me latest gossips, funny but cool I guess. Finally having someone else other than yourself to share gossips and other girly gist with was a dream come true.

Sure they've been a few bad days but I shouldn't let that make me loose sight of the good ones.

Mom drove us to school as usual, a kiss from her to the forehead was what ushered in the usual good bye.

Went to class and then the business of the day started. Notes, lessons and so on.

The morning session started with writing of notes into our note books and then few questions and answers which I didn't participate much in cause I wouldn't want to step on Ann's toes showing off as she puts it or taking much of someone's spot light by being applaud.

Open questions where asked that somehow seemed difficult but I knew the answer to them, despite knowing the answers, I held myself back from even making any attempts to answering them.

I knew I was becoming the hen in Eunice cage trap, something I was never use too.

Forgetting about Eunice, I still had good old Ann, insecure class genius hopefully I put in the words right. Wasn't sure why she was feeling all insecure, she was number one, always number one, it wasn't like I was pushing her from that spot; the school's test, our terms assessment test haven't even started yet and it's just two weeks into the school's academic session and if she really put in the work she might not end up being number two. I'm not even sure I'd be number one or two, three neither four. The class is already packed with brilliant weirdos.

I guess like she once said, the feeling of acceptance was the first treatment for the newbies, reality was what came after that.

Honestly speaking, school was beginning to choke me in some way and homeschooling as I've always suggested seemed to be a far more better option than the usual ones.

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