Sarah, isn't she your classmate? A high pitched worried voice disturbed my deep gaze on HOW TO GET GOOD GRADES COURSE. Am I stupid or just completely not in senses at the moment. How can I a month course teach me to score A*. The family depression kicked my ass and I got stupid ideas to get grades that my parents ever demanded. And if I just keep the wild inside me they are not actually wrong because at the end it's the grades that matter and what will ever the society consider me? SHE FAILED HER LAST SCHOOL EXAM. I don't want to be labeled as a failure. Although I never owned interested in sciences but I've been keeping up my grade reputation so well but usually in the mid of the night when my family goes to sleep I take the guitar out that I slip every night under my bed so no one knows what I actually want. After all music can't make life but what about my own happiness isn't that important or maybe yes it's not important as long as my family calls me successful studious. I guess that's better than to be called a failure or maybe self satisfaction is more important. Thoughts were bumping into each other but should I thank mom for raising another topic to silent the chaos of my mind.
"Sarah? Are you in your senses? I've been calling you for so long? Respond me atleast. Come and see is she your friend because I saw her with you in your last year group class photograph".
What are you even saying mom? Can't you say one thing at a time? Trying to hear the news again because I was already busy in my thoughts.
Oh God, you're a lazy brat.
Mom just show me what are you so worried about?
I snatched the newspaper from her hand, and managed to read the bold black front headlines. A YOUNG GIRL GOT RAPED.
The tittle didn't surprise me unless I saw the girl's picture. How can I just not know it was her my only group friend. There was no message since last night on group and no one still know about her because I didn't get to know. But oh poor her, what a cruel night she went through and how come this happened and how's she right now? Pretty soul she had and a bright smile? Does she still smile like that? My curiosity grew bigger and bigger. But just like before my mother had a big box of curiosity than me.
She's your friend right? I still remember how she was so out going girl wearing stupid exposing dresses I still remember she was so free. She must have been with a guy and went didn't go her way she created a rape case. I know these kinda girls so well. I always asked you to stay away from her. Didn't I? See she was never a good one. Thank God we don't send our kids for hangouts. Spoiled kid she is. Well I know she isn't an innocent girl I'm telling you this is a blackmailing case.
Was my mom even in her senses or she just don't know what kind of girl she is. Strong Bold and simple she was the best and maybe if she's forgetting she always scored well. Oh she was a start and surely she is and I can bet she's innocent.
Yeah mom you're might be right. I don't wanna talk about this who we are to judge but yeah you must be right.
Wait what was that really me telling my mom not to shut because she was blaming her maybe I don't or will never gather courage to tell her the right. Yeah for everyone ELDERS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT.
That minute I buried another truth in my hurt and didn't utter a single word to let her know who's right. But how can she judge well I think before thinking that I should see what kind of person I'm can't I defend the innocent.
Something died in me, a friend?
