Estella had learnt life to be unpredictable and cruel at a very young age. But she had never prepared herself to have everything she ever dreamed of after her worst nightmare.
Now she is a at a pedestal whom to believe. Her biological family who see...
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Estella's POV:
I hate geography. Period.
I don't know what compelled our education ministries to subject the young students to this cruelty. I can pretend to understand its important to know about the planet we live in but why do we have to study about all the land forms around the globe? I can not even tell you more than 5 facts about the city i have spent all my life in but my teachers expect me to remember details about everywhere in the world.Why do I need to understand the climate of Congo when we should be discussing the ongoing genocide there.There are far more pressing issues to be discussed but we are still stuck on knowing difference between plateaus and plain lands. Irony.
I am not being hateful to any subject but Yes i am very hateful towards geography. My self projected geography hate documentary was interrupted by Miss Kelly " Estella dear , you have been called to the principal office" Me? I didn't even do anything.Everybody's attention was on me. Great.All of them start whispering wondering what wrong did I do. Even when I am an A+ student they still believe I must be selling drugs or something.Most of them had never even bothered to talk to me but now I am their source of entertainment.
But anything that can keep me away from Geography.
Collecting my belongings I went out of the class,the hallways are empty as most of the classes were going on. I reached the principal's office in 5 minutes.I was ushered inside the Principals office by his PA Miss Smith who left the office by giving me a small sympathetic smile confusing me further. Was I in big trouble? . I tried my best to return it not so sure if my attempt was successful considering the pitiful look on her face and before I could dwell further on it my trance was broken by Principals voice'' Please have a seat Estella''He spoke gruffly.
Mr. Collin was an old man in his sixties but no one could ever guess his age because of his fit and bulky physique that he gained by serving in military during his youth. Apart from the grey hairs and wrinkles on his face that were proof of his experience in life the man could've easily passed as someone in their late forties.
After Giving him my greetings and thanking him I settled on the chair in front of him.
''Estella dear we are very sorry to inform you that your foster parents have died in an accident this morning'' Mr. Collin spoke in a sympathetic tone making me freeze.These words made me pause for few seconds and think about how should I feel about it. I didn't had an immediate reaction for people who have fostered me for past one year.I didn't feel extremely sad or devastated even though I had lived with them for more than a year. They were neither cruel nor loving to me they just tolerated my presence but they made sure I remained silent about the terror I faced under their guardianship. I didn't resent them for badly they treated me but I did hate them for silencing my cries for help.
I always used to wonder why some people decided to become foster parents when they never truly cared about the children. But learning about all the financial benefits provided by the government to foster parents my confusion was cleared.Getting money and free access to unleash their cruelty on young children. Quite sadist of them.
