under the wraps

no one is trustworthy

I woke up with a smile on my face, usually, I felt something heavy in my stomach, as usually, I am afraid of one or a few things, I pretend strong but I am even worried about little stuff around me from getting the bus on time to reaching convenience store on time to not pass the last date of submitting. I lack so much that's why I always try to come best in everything, I gave up on my life but owing to grandma and Rudra's initial pocking I end up getting stuck in this series again. but today that feeling was far away from me, and some unknown song was playing in my unconscious head in a slow voice that only its rhythm was reaching my conscious mind and my feet were moving with that rhythm. I was happy for not sure what

I arrived at school and, for some reason I was feeling everyone's eyes on me, at first I thought I was having something on my face, but even after cleaning it with my sweater sleeves no one-stop starring at it continuously, I was getting more and more anxious people were whispering thing s likes

" she is the one, right '

I was still clueless, and having no idea about anything I was blankly trying to find some known face to get any idea about the situation. when I was about to enter my class two girls bump into me from another section

" sorry" I mumbled and without bothering to look at them I was about to return to my work

" she is the one who is the daughter of a thief, isn't she and I felt my heart suddenly dropping

What did you just say

I asked them demanding an explanation from them

" oh did we say anything wrong are you not ?"

" who said you this," I asked them again

" I don't matter who said it"

Some another girl came from my class and said

" what matter is, if it is true or not, answer vera, is your father thief or not"

I didn't know what to reply to them tears start rolling from my eyes damn these tears, I felt difficulty in breathing and I was feeling something very hard in my chest.

" see her not answering, this must be true", she was the girl who always keep asking me about my tutor

" she might be laughing at us, when we used to ask her who is her tutor, she is so broke she probably can't afford one"

I wasn't able to answer any one of them my legs start becoming week

Everyone in class is now either mocking me or making jokes about me

" she, don't deserve to study with us", " look at that lier", " what a cunning star", they were coming out with everything they could

" can you people stop this"

This was Rahul

" These all are rumors, stop doing all this to vera"

He comes and stands in front of me answering all of them on my behalf

" she said her father lives abroad but he is a thief why are you taking the side of this lier"

" I never said he lives in abroad, you people assumed it yourself", I shouted

" you could have corrected us, but you stayed silent"

" you wanted me to boast about me being poor" I shouted again

Rahul: enough of you all people's bullshit

" oh now we all are spouting bullshit " one of them speak

Then she throw something at Rahul, this was my diary

" see she herself wrote in this, that her father is a thief and she is hiding this fact from all of us"

I wrote everything one day randomly when I was feeling too low to release some stress, and I forgot about the fact that I ever wrote such a thing, but the thing was the only person who was having this diary was Prachi, I gave this dairy to her, how come they all have this

" who gave you this"

I asked her

"It doesn't matter who gave me this " she hesitate a little while saying this

I couldn't think of anything else and started running from there, I wanted to find her, I was so engaged to the fact that they all found my truth, that I didn't think about who would have revealed it

I trusted her, only she knew this, only she knew this, why on the earth she did this to me, why its me every time, why only my destiny's pages are written so badly, what I have done wrong to someone to deserve all this, why it's me again , many such thoughts were going through my mind, and tears were continuously rolling down my cheeks, the pain which was greater than being called thief's daughter, was the pain of betrayal, I had millions of questions and only she was able to answer them

I was just running without knowing where to find her when I hear her voice, the voice I was searching for, when I move more closer in that direction, I heard words that carry the power to make my bad day into a worse one.