anathema
əˈnaθəmə/
noun
1.something or someone that one vehemently dislikes.
"racial hatred was anathema to her"
synonyms:abhorrent, hateful, odious
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The girl adjusted the navy colored paisley hijab as she examined herself in the mirror. If Zena was being honest with herself, she would have been halfway across the country already. Of course, she wasn't, so she was, indeed, listening to the word on the streets. Which stated she would be taken away this year's race.
Now, at first, Zena didn't believe any of the whole, "race" concept, until she saw the broadcast herself. It made her scared out of her mind, not wanting to live there anymore, but for all she knew, she had already been implanted. So she only pretended it didn't exist, keeping it off her mind for all the years she had been there, until it came back to bite her. Not only had she heard she had to be recaptured, she also found out Carlos De la Vega would be there.
Carlos De la Vega was more than a douche. He literally belonged far away from humanity, to keep him from infecting everyone with his absolutely disgusting behavior. She had enough of him ever since she met him. Always pestering her, ever since they met. Poking her, pulling at her shirt sleeves, being an all around annoying human being.
But he never touched her hijab, which was something she genuinely respected him for. Her hijab had been taken off by other people before, but he always seemed to be there to leave her alone, and try to console her if she seemed hurt by the snarky comments the people would throw; but she always rejected his efforts. She smiled a bit to herself, thinking about him, then abruptly stopped herself.
"No," she said aloud, as a van pulled up by her front yard, her eyes followed two men as she entered the vehicle.
She quickly exited the room, walking down the stairs hurriedly. Glancing down at her parents room across the hall, before opening the door, raising her arms.
"I'm coming peacefully," she shouted, "My parents are in the room down the hall."
The men froze, as this never usually happened, "Inhale this," the man gave her a cloth, "Knocks you right out."
"Why...." She took it, before contemplating. This was supposed to be a kidnapping.
She shrugged, walking out to the vehicle and lying in the trunk, the world becoming a blur around her as she became unconscious.
"Zena..... Zena," someone poked her shoulder, "Zena Ibrahimi...."
"What?" she whipped to the mischievous, disheveled child that stood before her.
This is some flashback from kindergarten, the girl noted as the scene before her unfolded.
"You have interesting eyes," he mumbled, picking at a scab on his arm.
"Stop," she swatted his hand angrily, "It will get nasty."
"No. Don't be a liar, Zena," he told the girl, who rolled her eyes and turned around, refusing to tolerate him anymore.
"Zena~~," he said again, poking her shoulder.
The girl scrunched up her nose and sat forward, furrowing her brows as she violently coloured a picture of Barney a deep blue.
"Barney's purple," he whispered, leaning over her shoulder.
"Can you go away, please?" she said, frustrated.
He shook his head with a mischievous grin.
She only rolled her eyes.
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heyyy part two i'm getting somewhere wow
the 'shall we name it anathema?' chapters are about each character, how they got taken away, its a peek into their lives. they're also extremely short if you haven't noticed. the prologue was meg's , and i'll start the story from Meg's POV.
just wanted to put it out there and such.
and share with your friends. don't be stingy.
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