07 | Imminent Torture

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I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS to describe how I felt when my parents informed me that my cousins are coming over and when I say coming over I mean that for some reason, they will be living with us

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I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS to describe how I felt when my parents informed me that my cousins are coming over and when I say coming over I mean that for some reason, they will be living with us. My mother knew I wanted to protest against it but shut me down once my lips appeared like they were about to move.

"There is nothing you say that can change anything," she said, not looking up from the carrots she was cutting. "The decision has been made. They are coming, Zahra,"

I know my mother is being serious when she calls me my name, so I didn't bother arguing or going back and forth with her. I just had to accept my fate that they would be living here with us. The house was a three bedroom, but my mum insisted that I share a room with one of them and let one get a room to herself, when I asked why, she only said because she said so. I could only hope it wasn't Janice.

Janice was everything I disliked in a person, exasperating, cunning, uncouth and prying. She was like a loose canon. When we were younger and I was forced to fraternize with her, all she would ever do is gossip and make sure I was awake to listen to whatever it was she had to say. The thought of her alone wears me out, like I had ran around the whole city nonstop, but I had no other option but to accept it.

 The thought of her alone wears me out, like I had ran around the whole city nonstop, but I had no other option but to accept it

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I paint the last part of the tree with great detail before standing up and taking a few steps back to appreciate my work.

"That looks very realistic," Levi says, stopping next to me. "Certainly better than mine,"

"Thanks," I say. "I had to paint it eight different shades of brown to get it to look like a real tree. I must give credit when credit is due, I did a great job with this one,"

"I like how modest you are," he says, sarcastically. I was about to riposte when he cuts me off. "Do you want to get lunch?" He asks. "They found a rat in the cafeteria during inspection, so now there are food stands everywhere by the space next to the field. It has become like an outdoor food court."

"Thanks for telling me this, Levi," I say, arranging the items I used. "I had no knowledge of this because  apparently I do not attend this school and I did not see them setting up,"

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