Time flew and Cheska is already 8 years old...
Cheska, a determined 8-year-old girl, stands in front of a mirror in her bedroom. She wears her school uniform, a crisp white shirt and a plaid skirt.
Her small fingers struggle to button the shirt correctly, her brow furrowed with concentration.
After a few more attempts, Cheska successfully buttons her shirt, a sense of accomplishment evident on her face. She takes a deep breath, ready to conquer the day.
Carrying her backpack, Cheska walks confidently down the neighborhood street on her way to school.
Passersby glance at her, some with disapproving looks directed at her slightly untidy uniform.
"Why can't she get her uniform right? It's such a mess."
"Look at her, doesn't she have anyone to help her? Where's her mom?"
"Her uniform is all crinkled, and she has messy hair"
Cheska overhears the whispers, her heart sinking for a moment. She straightens her back, determined not to let their judgment affect her.
Cheska enters the school corridor of Laivudelle Christian School, there goes Everleigh whom she is enemies with and pushes her down and runs away.
The place was filled with students chatting and rushing to their classrooms. A group of classmates notices Cheska's imperfectly buttoned shirt and starts whispering among themselves.
Everleigh came back and spoke, "Hey, Cheska, did you dress yourself today? Your uniform is all wrong!'
"Yeah, where's your mom to fix it for you?" Another parent spoke.
Cheska's face flushes with embarrassment, but she refuses to let it show. She takes a deep breath and looks directly at her classmates.
"I can do it myself, thank you. And my mom is busy working, just like my dad. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my uniform.'
Her classmates are momentarily taken aback by her response, their teasing silenced. Cheska continues walking, her head held high.
After 9 hours of class, they are finally dismissed.
Cheska, with a hopeful smile, approaches a group of children playing together in the park. Among them is Everleigh, Cheska's eyes light up with excitement as she musters the courage to join them.
"Hey, can I play with you guys?"
Everleigh scoffs, "No way! You can't play with us, Cheska. You're not cool enough."
The other children giggle and exchange mocking glances, their exclusion evident. Cheska's smile fades, replaced by a mix of hurt and anger.
"That's not fair! I want to play too!"
"Well, too bad. We don't want you here. Go away, Cheska!"
Cheska's frustration boils over, and she clenches her fists, her face turning red with anger.
"You're all mean! I don't need you!"
In a moment of intense emotion, Cheska violently pushes Everleigh and the other children aside. They stumble back, surprised by her sudden outburst.
"How dare you! We're telling the teacher!"
Cheska, now filled with regret, realizes the consequences of her actions. She watches as Everleigh and the others run off to report the incident.
Cheska sits nervously in the school principal's office, her head bowed in remorse. The principal, Mrs. Garcia, looks at her with a mix of concern and understanding.
"Cheska, violence is never the answer, no matter how hurt or angry we feel. It's important to find peaceful ways to resolve conflicts. Can you tell me what happened?"
"I just wanted to play with them, but they kept bullying me and saying mean things. I got so mad, and I didn't know what else to do."
"I understand how hurtful it can be when others exclude and tease us. But we must find better ways to handle such situations. Let's work on finding peaceful solutions together, alright? Is your mother here?"
Cheska shook her head, her remorse evident on her face.
Cheska is dismissed leavesleft the school with Everleigh and their friends, taunting her on her way home.
Cheska, enters the house, crying, she sits on the couch in the living room.
Her grandmother, Gertrude, sits beside her, concern etched on her face. Cheska's sobs echo through the room as Gertrude wraps her arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
"Oh, my sweet Cheska, what's the matter? Why are you so upset, my dear?"
"They... they were mean to me, Grandma. They said I wasn't good enough and made fun of me. It hurts so much!"
Gertrude's heart breaks for her granddaughter, and she holds her even tighter, offering solace and understanding.
"I know, my love. Words can hurt deeply, especially when they come from others who don't see your true worth. You are so special, Cheska and their hurtful words don't define who you are."
Cheska sniffled, "Where's mom?"
Gertrude sighs, "Oh I don't know, sweetheart, let's try and call her, okay?" Gertrude grabs her keypad phone and dials Martha's number, but no response is received despite multiple tries.
Gertrude sighs, "Um... Maybe she's busy, you know, she's a working student, she needs to work and study at the same time for you"
That's when Martha entered the house, sweaty and exhausted.
Gertrude cleared her throat, "It's about time..." she rolled her eyes.
Martha gasped for air, "Oh, I'm sorry, Cheska, I wasn't able to catch up to you, our professor is too cruel and my boss is strict" She tried to hug her daughter, which is what Cheska needed, but their hug was interrupted when Martha received a call from her professor.
"Sorry Cheska, I have to take this call..." Martha steps outside later on.
Cheska sighs, "Mom always prioritizes others"
Then Robert entered the house, "Hi sweetie! How are you?!"
Cheska immediately ran to Robert and gave each other a tight embrace, despite being incredibly exhausted, Robert decided to read Cheska a bedtime story.
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Unspoken Desires
General FictionCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
