DADDY LECT-

is it really that obvious?

Author's note: hey there my Barbie's! Pale pretty Barbie's, chocolate glazed Barbie's caramel Barbie's all Barbie's! Welcome to a safe space!
I'm by no was a professional writer yes. I actually did this for views. But now? I'm starting to envision a hardcopy with my name and signature in somebodies palms.

I was starting to think about the power I had in this life. It was dangerous. Or maybe I was riding the pretty privilege wave too much. It was in such a way that people were actually starting to notice. Because for some reason everything I envisioned was coming to life. Could it be that those books? The power of the subconscious were actually starting to pay off.
Because-

"Savana hills?" Our lecturer called out in a way that made it sound like a question.

"Here." I stood up to go recieve my question paper from his scrawny outstretched hand. Making sure to graze the floor with my shoes. A trend that I had started as well as began to notice is taking the compass by storm. These girls imitated the weirdest things.

"Congratulations." A smirk lingered on his lips briefly before amusement marred his entire round face.

Reminding myself to not peak at the folded document until I sat.

"I heard you're a rapper?" He dropped his voice to an octave that only me and him could hear. Taken aback by the question I denied. Which was dangerous! The power of the mind said we shouldn't deny what we are. Anywho he smiled and said "you should rap for me sometime."

I never expected that from Mr Einsburg any way. "Fair marks." He returned his voice for all to hear.

I turned around and yes, as usual. Everybodies eyes were on me. During my younger years, when I thought these looks were a curse I tried to make certain things about me ugly. Like my walk, my posture. But now? I flaunt it. I flaunt it and I love every minute of it.

I walked back to my table which was next to a girl from the other class since we three classes sat together in Mr Einsburg's sociology class. I didn't socialise with anyone. I learnt the hard way from very young that people like me never made genuine friends.

The siren rang and we all left. I looked back at mr Einsburg. I was honestly such a child at heart. Always wanting to make jokes with adults as a child. Not a fellow adult. It wasn't the right time though because he was busy scolding those that were below his pass mark in the previous test.

Flash back.

Second term was hectic as hell for me. I remember the chilly July wind, the frostbites and heartaches. Perhaps I was too young for him. But I remember his words, so clearly.

I was standing outside. Late for assignment submission as usual. I was really good at what I did, but something about following deadlines felt very odd to me. Especially in my adulthood, well pre adulthood. I majored in chemistry, physics and biology. I dreamed of conquering the world and attending the best universities in the world. I was accepted to a well known university in India with a full paid scholarship for a bachelor's degree in biomedical engineering. But of course, some of us can't be so lucky. Suddenly the epilepsy I had as a child returned and I could no longer be too far from my mother. I couldn't even go to the capital. So here I am. At a college right next to where my mom's elder sister lives. In a different district from where I'm originally from. It sucks but atleast there was an alternative.

"Come in?" That voice called out. Two terms of listening to his lectures and I've known so much about it. At times I even use it secretly to help me attain the climaxes to my edges. But you don't need to know that.

Pushing the brown door, made obviously from poor wood due to its light texture and unwaxed surface. I let myself in. Then i move my eyes across your office. The Einstein's picture is still hung where it always is. The printer. Sat in the corner. And you, you sat with your back hunched. Crediting marks to your students papers. Probably the third years.