AVIE
"It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations-Rupi Kaur"
"Bye mom. I love you, kisses." I waved at her.
"I love you too, I'll be praying for you every day... Do the same, please."
"I will mom, I promise. Bye Uncle Mohammed." He replied while starting the car.
I can't believe this is finally happening. As much as i wanted to cry due to the fact that I'm so far away from home, i was too excited not to. Here i was, enrolled in one of the most prestigious schools in the country, miles away from my city. About to meet new people from all around the country.
It took me more than seven hours to finally settle down and set all my stuffs in the right place.
My brother's two classes ahead of me. As the new students, we reported to school a day earlier to reduce unnecessary commotions.
I wanted to be everywhere I could possibly be. I wanted to be seen and known in every angle and each part of the school and it drove me insane.
Four weeks in, i was the class perfect , i was a member of the social department and my father directly pays for anything my brother and i wanted in the school treats shop like every one of the cool kids. 14 years old me, i wanted them to notice me. At least, that's what i thought.
I didn't want any sort of relationship with any other 14 or 15 years old boys cause I thought i didn't want any destruction from achieving attention from everyone else, only my attention.
I was failing at school because my social life mattered than my educational life. I had friends too or At least i thought I they were.
We got sick a-lot, my brother and i. So we went home a-lot through out the school year. Missed a-lot of tests and examinations. Our parents would have turns for one to come pick us up and one to stay and watch over my grandma who was staying with us until she got better.
My brother didn't pass the year, so he had either to repeat the school year or to transfer to another school. He couldn't stay and watch his friends graduate without him, so he transferred.
My mom was still grieving her mother's death while looking for a nice school for Rick to finish his ordinary level studies. One that they could afford enough for him. The last year had been tough. My father was demoted to one of the lowest ranks in his job and a huge percentage amount was being deducted from his now monthly salaries. My mom closed all her businesses to watch over her mother who was at her last stage of cancer. My brother and I's frequent go&return due to sickness. My grandmother passing leaving my mom in the toughest way possible, and now this.
My second school year has started and things have changed and they will be changing. Was I prepared for those changes? I didn't know what to do.
"This is not like your previous school year kids, do not play with your future. You have Nationals this year so all of you need to be serious and not like last year.
Avie your friend didn't make the cut, did she?"
He was right. I had to be serious this year, i got lucky this time and he knew that, although he didn't have to slap it on my face. I didn't answer him. I just looked at him until he eventually turned and walked out of the class.
Charlie, was my boyfriend. Everyone and by everyone literally almost every person in the socialite schools knew him and how rich there family was. i once got an Instagram direct message from a girl that i came to realize later was breaking her heart because of him.
Yet, I didn't want anyone than my first lover and it was certainly not him.
The guy who i said no to in the first place. I didn't want anyone but him. He was the first person that i told "i love you" and it wasn't that easy for me to forget him, because he was the first person to ever notice me, out of every other prettier and more popular girl, he noticed me. How could i ever forget that.?
"Lets break up?" I read Charlie's note
"Yes"
I had already pictured how my Christmas holiday's going to be and I couldn't wait much longer.
My grades had improved from being at the bottom of a class of 145 students to being in the top 40's. It was a process and i was so proud of myself. We did our Nationals and i had already known that i was going to make my parents happy this school year even after they no longer directly paid for what i took in the school treats shop.
Sometimes i felt so alone and so neglected. But every time I remembered the moment he takes out the wrist blood pressure monitor, i knew i had to make him proud, still i had to make both of my parents proud.
And i did.
In my third school year now, I was on my way from breaking up with my boyfriend in the washroom back to the dormitory, when i saw our academic master attach some papers on the school's notice board, i waited for him to finish and leave. I excitedly rushed to see my results, i got lucky enough to see my distinction before the others got to flood the board.
I rushed to the dormitory and told the others
"I saw the results."
I couldn't wait to tell mom and dad.
"We're so happy for you my love, your dad and i are praying for you every single day."
"Thank you mom, how are things at home? Is it getting any better?"
"Your father is trying, we both are.
We're all going to get through this, I promise you sweetie."
"But he's sick."
"He's okay now."
"That's great to hear mother, I'm going to call him right now. Bye mom, i love you. Kisses." I ended our call and tried to call dad. He's very proud of me. I made them proud of me, i made them happy.
I was on my bed trying to get some sleep, but my mind was not at ease.
I just finished packing my school luggage , ready for my third year tomorrow me. Mom came in my room with an envelope.
"Give this straight to the headmistress, no one else, okay? And do not open it"
"O..kay."
This was odd and i had to open it. She'd always give me my school fees bank-slip in an envelope but not in a single day has she ever told me not to open it and i still never did until I reached to any person who I reported to and he or she would open it to find a bank-slip inside.
I went to the washroom right before i went to the reporting rooms and opened the envelope.
"Due to suffering from a severe financial crisis, i am writing this letter to inform you that we are sorry for delaying to pay Avie's school fees for today but I promise to pay most of it in two weeks due.
Yours sincerely,"
I was shattered.
