Diary of Secrets

Chapter 3

Second Period – ENGLISH

“Good morning, class. I have gone through all your essays. Eva, come here. Eva?”

‘Uh..yes, ma’am.’

“Everyone, look up here. This girl right here just know how well to write an essay. You should really appreciate her.”

“Ms. Evans, she doesn’t deserve any praises from us. She’s a bitch.”

“Boy, whatever your name is, you got no right to speak to her like this. Go to the principal, right now!”

‘But ma’am.’

“No Eva, he deserves it. And class, there is no need to laugh here.”

“Stupid D*ke.”

Lunch Period – PLAYGROUND

“I see you, sitting alone, again. Still not hungry?”

‘Uh, I don’t feel like having anything. I already had a heavy breakfast in the morning.’

“Okay, why do people in the class treat you like this?”

‘Like what?’

“You know, like you don’t exist?”

‘I don’t know why they act like this. Though I hate it, I can’t force them to talk to me, right?’

“But you are a very pretty girl, I wonder why they don’t. Guys love girls like you.”

‘That’s for you to figure it out.’

Last Period – HALLWAY

“You arrogant slut. Because of you, Joseph is under a week’s suspension.”

‘It’s not my fault.’

“Yes, it is. Ms. Evans was in favor you. Doesn’t she know yet about your reputation here in school?”

“What do I don’t know?”

‘Nothing ma’am. They are talking nonsense.’

“Yeah, sure I am.”

“Jasmine, go to the class right now. And leave her alone.”

“I will be back, D*ke.”

“Eva, what’s wrong? Am I missing something here?”

‘N..No ma’am. I should leave. I have to be somewhere.’

GRAVEYARD

‘Mom, Dad, Bro.. You have no idea how much I miss you all. It’s been 14 years. And ever since I am haunted with memories. There are monsters. In my closet, under my bed, everywhere. In my school, I am alone by myself. I have people talking about my wrong deeds on my face, and I get tired of hearing the same thing from them. Why am I the unlucky one, always? Wish you both have never left me all by myself that night. Then I could have been with you all now. I could be happy. I could be loved.”

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25th March, 2013

Dear Diary,

Today I was waiting eagerly for my English period. Ms. Evans was giving our assignments back. As she entered the room, I suddenly became nervous. It was her presence that made my stomach flip and heart flutter. As she gave back our assignments, I was so lost taking her look in, that I didn’t hear my name being called. When I did, I got scared. What if she got to know about the deep meaning behind that essay? I walked to her and stood beside. Somehow her left hand, landed on my back, and I felt electricity pass right through that hand to my body. I managed to stand straight. The next thing I heard, just blew my mind away. Did she just praise me in front of the whole class? In front of those people who don’t even bother to care? I thought she just lost her mind. Then, Joseph, the popular guy, stood up and called me a bitch. Yeah, I knew that was coming. Instead Ms. Evans just scolded him back for his inappropriate behavior and sent him to the principal. I was going to tell Ms. Evans, it wasn’t even worth, because I was used to all those harsh words. Even that side remark, he sent to my character before leaving the class, left me unfazed. It did sting, hard enough, for a nail to go right through my heart, but I was used to all of them. It was obvious, Ms. Evans did not hear him say that, as it wasn’t that loud enough, and I sighed on the inside. It was something I didn’t want her to find yet. Soon the bell rang, and I went to the playground to clear my mind. People in this school always used to treat me like a stupid doll, and I was slowly getting tired from all of them. I was broken out of my thoughts, when I heard that sweet voice again. It seemed she always knew where I was. She asked me again why I wasn’t hungry. I lied to her, and told her that I was already full, though my stomach needed some food. I last had day before yesterday. She seemed to buy that, and asked me about why they treat me like this? I seemed confused to her, but on the inside I heard every word she just said. I wanted to know her part, and if she got to know anything from anyone in this school yet. She simply said the words that caused me pain every time I heard them. Yes. I did not exist to them. And then I told her somewhat the truth. I told her how they weren’t interested at all, and I can’t pressure them in talking to me. It just felt like being away from the reality. Reality was cruel. But somewhere in my midst of talking, I heard her call me pretty. Woah, she just had me there. I was so shocked by her words that I had to rethink them at the back of my mind. And then she just mentioned guys. Argh, I totally hate them. They always tend to irk me out. She totally didn’t know I was simply not into them. I told her to figure that out herself, and left her alone. It was last period and I was making my way through the hallway, to leave school, when I heard Jasmine’s voice and how she was blaming me for putting her boyfriend into trouble. If we go back, one page, she was the girl who tried to kiss me, and then expose me in front of the whole school. But I never blamed her, for doing so, and now she was calling me by all sort of names, for it wasn’t even my fault. She then brought Ms. Evans into our conversation. And how she was telling Ms. Evans was protecting me, and not knowing the truth yet. Sensing my bad luck, Ms. Evans appeared from behind. I told her then that Jasmine was talking all nonsense so she shouldn’t bother listening to our talks. Jasmine just scoffed behind, with a smirk already plastered on her face. Ms. Evans must have noticed my nervousness behind my voice, and sent Jasmine to her class. Not before leaving, Jasmine mouthed those same words to me. It just proved my character, but I wasn’t ashamed at all. Ms. Evans then turned to me and asked me what’s wrong. I told her nothing, when tears started to form in my eyes. I made a dash out of the school, to a place I had to be today. Graveyard. It had been 14 years, and I missed them. As I sat there in front of them, I couldn’t help but tell them how I was feeling. I even begged them to take me away from these harsh realities to a place where there is happiness. I laid there, crying until I fell asleep. A strong breeze brushed through my hand which woke me up. I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay beside my family, forever. But an old man, out there sent me home, telling me I shouldn’t be here and everything will be alright. Wish he knew, those were words just easy to say.

Love,

Eva.